In collaboration with the Edward Gorey Charitable Trust, this home fragrance is an indulgence for the tastefully unhinged. Sopping Thursday captures the scent of a storm that has grown bored with the outdoors and has begun to wander inside. Wet rocks and muddied pathways mingle with the faintly suspicious greenness of fresh garden clippings, bringing a little cultivated gloom to any room in need of a well-timed deluge.
SCENT NOTES: Petrichor, Musk, Moss
SMELLS LIKE: Rain, wet rocks, and water-logged greens.
FRAGRANCE STORY
A Most Inconvenient Downpour.
It was, as usual, raining far more than necessary. Sopping Thursday captures the definitive scent of a storm that has grown bored with the outdoors and has begun to wander inside. Wet rocks, muddied pathways, and rain-slicked windows mingle with the faintly suspicious greenness of freshly shorn garden clippings, though no one recalls who clipped them, or why.
A hush of thunder trembles at the edges, accompanied by that unmistakable petrichor that appears w
