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No. 8 Fragrance

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Category: Experience our signature aromas Find Your Scent


KEY ELEMENTS:
Flower Stalks, Tart Rhubarb, Bergamot, Orange Cake, Asphalt, Sitka Spruce

No. 8 is inspired by memories of our childhood growing up in a small village called Mosfellssveit just outside the city. This fresh scent channels the feeling of endless days spent outdoors, riding bikes, and exploring nature with all the freedom of childhood, along with the anticipation of the delivery of baked goods our grandmother would bring weekly.  

Brand new sneakers, crushing fresh flower stalks
against hot asphalt.
Mouth full of lemon candy and
fingers sticky with motor oil.
Stolen rhubarb from a neighbours garden, peeled, slathered in honey and chewed on.
Orange cake crumble in the pocket of
freshly washed clothes.
Arctic wind blowing through hair in a damp pine forest.

Glænýir strigaskór kremja plöntustilka á heitu malbiki.
Sítrónubrjóstsykur í munni og sæt smurolía á fingrum.
Stolinn rabarbari á bögglabera, afhýddur, baðaður í hunangi og tugginn.
Appelsínukökumylsna í vasa á nýþvegnum fötum.
Kaldur vindur í hári í rökum furuskógi.

Top Notes - Rhubarb, Grapefruit, Petitgrain
Middle Notes - Sitka Spruce, Birch Leaf
Base Notes - Balsam Fir, Amber, Asphalt

Each fragrance is hand-crafted and wrapped in a cotton bandana illustrated by Ingibjörg Birgisdottir.

Eau de parfum
50ml / 1.7 oz
Made in Iceland

Customer Reviews (4.6 / 5 · 10 reviews)

Sophia ★★★★★

I keep catching whiffs of the orange cake and asphalt combo hours after spraying—it's weirdly comforting, like a warm summer street. The Sitka spruce adds a fresh, grounding layer that makes it feel truly unique.

Michael ★★★★★

The tart rhubarb and bergamot hit first, bright and sharp, but then the asphalt and spruce settle in underneath—it’s like a rainy city street meets a forest. I’ve never smelled anything that pulls off that contrast so well, and it lasts most of the day on my skin.

Lily ★★★★★

The asphalt note is what got me — it’s weirdly grounding, like rain on a hot street, and the orange cake softens it just enough. I’ve been wearing it for a week and keep catching whiffs of that Sitka spruce that make me stop and breathe. It’s the most nostalgic thing I’ve smelled in years.