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Pine
Pine
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EAU DE PARFUM - 30ml
PINE is the eighth perfume from STORA SKUGGAN.
This fragrance diverges from the brand’s conceptual myths (booming unexplained sounds, spices harvested to extinction and thumb-sucking baby gods), focusing entirely on a single note rather than a story.
In perfumery this type of fragrance is called a soliflore, a name that stems from a type of vase designed to hold a single flower.
In this case... a vase holding an enormous tree.
In this case... a vase holding an enormous tree.
Pines are the most abundant organisms on the planet, measured by mass. Reaching heights of up to 100 meters, they are also some of the largest living things. And some of the oldest too; Methuselah, a 4856 year old bristlecone pine in White Mountains, is the oldest known living individual plant, while the spruce Old Tjikko in Dalarna, Sweden, has a clonal root system twice that age.
The first of the pine trees evolved over 300 million years ago, outdating both dinosaurs and the Pole Star.
While the concept is minimal, the fragrance is massive, designed to evoke all facets of PINE. From the fresh spruce shoot, to the sweet and sacred smelling sap. The dry woody aroma of bark and dead needles blanketing an earthy forest floor.
In short, it’s PINE. It’s smells like PINE.
In short, it’s PINE. It’s smells like PINE.
ABOUT STORA SKUGGAN: It happened many seasons ago. Of course to explain it you would have to be here. We had all been used to only the same smells, the same architecture. Until the monsoon came.
At first we were weary. What did she want with us? But then we became dizzy. The allure became a way of living. Without it we were dust.
Made by hand in Stockholm.
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