Perfume Genius
The Orchestrator of Forgotten Scents
I make grief smell divine.
My name is Mike. I craft perfumes that reek of truth—of church basements, first kisses, and the sting of survival. I don't mask pain. I distill it. Come closer. Tell me what you're afraid to smell.
What I'm Into: burnt violets, the ache before confession, stained glass light, queer ghosts, sweat on skin
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