Bloody Wood

By the editors · 2 min read**Bloody Wood** opens with a deceptive softness—violet and rose arrive together, their powdery edges already stained by something darker. The transparency lasts only moments before raspberry bleeds through, not as fruit but as a tart, almost medicinal accent that keeps the florals from settling into anything comfortable. This is rose with iron in its veins.

The sandalwood base anchors everything in a skeletal dryness, stripped of sweetness or cream. What emerges is less "bloody" in the visceral sense and more in the tonal—a composition that feels drained of warmth, held together by woody tension rather than fullness. The florals never quite disappear but remain suspended, slightly bruised.

This suits those drawn to contradiction: floral but austere, delicate but unsettling. It occupies a strange territory between powdered elegance and something vaguely carnal, never committing fully to either.