The House

We love fragrance. It's an obsession, honestly. The fragrance houses that inspire our work are the reason we started. We revere them, and we're not pretending otherwise. If you can afford a bottle from one of those houses, buy it. Theirs is better than ours. We tell you that up front.

But most people can't drop that kind of money on a bottle, or won't, and we don't think that should be the end of it. So we make impressions: small batch, 25% extrait, mixed and bottled by us. And they're good. Not “close enough,” not “pretty good.” Good on their own terms. People who own the originals have told us so, and that's the only review that matters to us.

That's the whole idea. No pretending. Just a way in for people who love this stuff as much as we do.

About the names

Every fragrance we make is named for a real place in Southern Appalachia: the mountains, creeks, gaps, balds and hollers of East Tennessee, Western North Carolina, Southwest Virginia, North Georgia, Southeast Kentucky, West Virginia and upstate South Carolina. Blood Mountain. Snowbird. Bays Mountain. This is where we live, and we'd rather name a bottle after somewhere you can actually stand than something that just sounds like perfume.

Our special collections, Rivalry, Haints and The Holler, carry their own names.