About the FRAGRANCE
Miami - a metropolis with deep roots in art and cultural diversity, surrounded by sunshine, white sand and the ocean. Referred to as ‘Paradise Lost’ in the 1980s. During this period Hotel Mutiny stood out as a lush oasis within the apocalypse and hosted a free trading zone and a never-ending party with gorgeous models, kingpins, and legendary artists. The TV-show Miami Vice has been a major influence on fashion and includes Armani jackets in pastels, rolled up sleeves. Miami Blue by 19-69 is dedicated to a place and era when champagne baths were on the charts. Fragrance notes include Lemon, Ginger and Cocaine Accord.
INGREDIENTS
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FRAGRANCE NOTES
- Lemon
- Bright, fresh, and citrusy. Juicy and sharp with a clean, zesty peel bitterness and a crisp, refreshing lift.
- Ginger
- Fresh, spicy, and slightly citrusy. Bright heat with a sharp, zesty bite and a dry aromatic edge
- Cocaine Accord
- Bright, sharp, and effervescent. Clean synthetic sparkle with a crisp, slightly metallic freshness and an airy lift.
- Rose Oxide
- Sharp and rosy with a metallic, sparkling edge. Fresh rose petals with a dewy, slightly fruity brightness.
- Calone
- Marine, fresh, and airy. Smells like ocean breeze with a watery, slightly cucumber-like coolness and a clean, ozonic lift.
- Amber Xtreme
- Sweet resinous warmth with a smooth woody base and a long-lasting, radiant trail.
Same scent, different ritual
ROYGBIV IN WYNWOOD
The Fragrance Journey is based on the time when the creators were arrested in Wynwood, Miami.
The parkways were lined with tall, leafy palm trees, and the local radio station played classics by Gloria Estefan, Donna Summer, and, of course, Will Smith. “Can you feel that? Welcome to Miami.” Down at South Beach, people were running and biking, making the most of the fresh morning breeze. A healing tang of salt lingered in the air and blended with the sunshine.
As they got closer to the Wynwood Art District, the streets grew rougher and the vibe changed. Formerly an industrial district, it is now known for hosting some serious street art. They passed a few blocks and eventually stopped in front of the construction site on the corner of NW 23rd St. and NW 6th Ave.
C: “Whoa, check this out, J. I’ve kept my eye on this spot for weeks. Since yesterday, the whole wall has been buffed.”
They parked and continued to study the freshly painted surface through the windshield. “OK, let’s unload. We really have to work fast.”
J removed the ladder from the top of the Volvo while C wedged a stick to keep the trunk open. The old grey station wagon was packed with buckets of paint, extension poles, rollers, and brushes, all purchased from ID Art Supply on Biscayne Blvd. J put on his long beige robe, a gift from his friend Pete. They then placed the colors in accurate order: ROYGBIV.
There was no fence, just a low rope in front of the building — a silent warning not to trespass. J started to make the draft while glancing at his notebook: a giant hand with the index and middle fingers raised and parted to form a V-shape. The other three fingers were clenched. Underneath, he wrote in capital letters: ONE HUMAN FAMILY. Then suddenly came the undeniable, unmistakable sound of a police car. Woop-woop.