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BROOKLYN 1988 Perfume Oil
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BROOKLYN 1988 PERFUME OIL
For when you want to feel Bold, Radiant and Unapologetic...
The notes:
Amber Blanc - creamy, golden, luminous warmth against bare skin
Orris Root - powdery elegance with a secret edge
Santal - soft sandalwood grounding everything in slow-burning sensuality
Leather - rich and worn...like the jacket you stole from your first heartbreak
The magic:
Moonstone
Crystal of intuition and feminine power. Moonstone invites new beginnings and connects you to your inner knowing.
Labradorite
Stone of transformation and wild potential. Labradorite flashes in the light, reminding you of your courage and your edge.
Together, they hold the energy of boldness and becoming.
Your Ritual:
Set your intention.
Roll it on.
Breathe it in.
Let it remind you that you are magnetic, radiant, unforgettable.
You are unforgettable. This scent is your reminder.
Details:
15 ml roll-on with Moonstone, Labradorite + gold cap
5 ml travel size (no crystals)
Vegan. Cruelty-free. Phthalate + paraben-free
Contains: Pure fragrance oil + crystals
Hand-poured in Seattle
The Story
In 1988, Manhattan was still pretending to be the center of the universe, but Brooklyn, that was where the soul lived. It was gritty and alive and a little bit dangerous in all the right ways.
That year I was 19 and living in Manhattan, going to NYU, full of opinions and oversized hoop earrings. I had this burning desire to get a tattoo, perhaps I wanted to prove something, perhaps I wanted to mark a moment. To claim something.
But tattoos were illegal in Manhattan back then. That made it all the more enticing, of course. I’d heard about a guy named Huggy Bear who tattooed out of his apartment in Brooklyn, so one evening I boarded the A train to make that dream a reality.
This was not the curated Brooklyn of coffee shops and artisanal donuts. This was graffiti-tagged walls, burning trash cans in winter, and the subtle scent of my teenage rebellion in the air.
Huggy Bear's apartment was dim and smoky - smelling of incense, metal, and something floral I couldn’t quite name at the time. Perhaps it was the Sandalwood incense playing with the cigarette smoke wafting through the air. Perhaps it was the raw fear oozing out of my pores. Perhaps it was the perfume of the heavily tattooed woman that sat next to me on the sofa quietly judging my innocence. We shall never know.
I laid down on his table, heart pounding. The buzzing started. I closed my eyes...
Brooklyn 1988 is that moment in a bottle. It’s about memory. Boldness. The electricity of doing something a little wild and never forgetting how that made you feel.
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