“I’m drowning in it.”
The Anthology
Six chapters,
six confessions.
The Ingredients
We do not blend.
We confess.
Each Your Next Store composition begins on a slab of wet slate — vanilla pod split lengthwise, iris root crushed under brass, a single bruised fig oozing nectar into the dark. We do not hide what hurt to make a thing beautiful.
Our perfumer works from a small atelier in Grasse, distilling in batches of ninety. There is no machinery softening the edges. Cedar smoulders. Saffron stains. The bottles arrive on your shelf still smelling of the room they were poured in.
- Origin
- Grasse, FR
- Batch
- No. 19
- Yield
- 90 / 1000
Now in Residence
The Collection
Six bottles. Six confessions. Each one poured by hand in our Grasse atelier.
The Scent Quiz
Which chapter
are you?
Six questions, no perfume bro vocabulary, an honest answer. We’ll send three samples to your door.
Begin the quiz →A Note on Method
“Perfume is not for being liked. It is for being remembered — long after the room has emptied, long after the wearer has gone.”
The Dispatches
Letters
from the atelier.
Slow, quarterly letters from the perfumer. New chapters, batch releases, and notes from things we’re reading. No mass mail.
By subscribing you agree to receive ~4 letters per year.