Copper Skies by Kerosene, The sky is a thick copper hue, painted in bands of honey, cloves and amber. Below the horizon, sweet basil drifts from dark cedar trees embedded with tobacco leaves beneath the bark. The air is smokey, spicy and slightly sweet. Your mouth creases into a small simper as the presence of fragrance is taken in.
I was born and raised in St. Clair, Michigan, about an hour north of Detroit. Where I’m from, if you didn’t work in the automobile field, you were most likely unemployed. While each factory may produce a different car part, every factory was exactly the same: Production and Numbers. To get out of that scene, I learned how to paint and wrench on motorcycles. As I worked, I loved the scent of dirt, grease, oil and sometimes blood from a busted knuckle. I’ve always been captivated by scents; gasoline, stamped steel, plastic, trees, earth, and eventually a name was forged: Kerosene.
After smelling everything I could get my snout on, I felt it was time to see if I could combine the right notes and create something special. My goal for my scents will always follow my three ingredients; raw, unique, and approachable.
With the scents, I wanted the bottle design to match. So I put my painting talents to work, and little did I know my factory production background would come in good use. Each bottle will be unique, always painted with high quality automotive paint and clear coat. The result is as if a shiny, classic metallic Ford collided with perfume, as songs by The Cure resonate out of the peaky tiny speakers from a clunky 8-track player.
Hailing from Michigan, which is frigid about seven months of the year, I am naturally attracted to warm notes. Amber, woods, and spices, they do it for me and make their way into a lot of what I do. I’m a simple person, however, my scents won’t be.