Perfumer
Kyle Mott-Kannenberg
I remember that my first recollection of aromas was Drakkar Noir (as I’m sure many kids of the 90s remember) and the dry days of summer. That aromatic fougère—the combination of what I now know is lavender and oakmoss—is etched in my memory along with the scent of the hot summer days in the desert of Vegas. Those two aromas are permanently imprinted on my hippocampus and always evoke memories of youthful, lush times.
