“The owls are not what they seem.”
“I gufi non sono quello che sembrano.”
LYNCH is a mysterious and hypnotic fragrance, an olfactory portal that pays homage to David Lynch—one of the most important and defining presences in my life.
Not just a director, but a guiding entity, a parallel consciousness that acted upon me with the invisible force of symbols and dreams.
This fragrance was created in collaboration between Daniele Muratori Caputo and two great master perfumers: Leonardo Opali and Paolo Cerizza.
The scent opens with dark and captivating notes, like a red curtain slowly drawing back to reveal another level of reality.
A passage opens through the mists of the Twin Peaks woods. The air is thick, suspended between dream and nightmare. Time loops, like an old magnetic tape rewinding itself.
LYNCH AKA SMOKED STYRAX is a fragrance that inhabits the intersections of the unconscious—a noir scent that burns slowly like fire.
The first notes are a curtain rising on a table set inside the RR Diner: the hypnotic sweetness of cherry pie mingles with the dark depth of woody notes, creating the illusion of domestic warmth.
But nothing is as it seems.
A whisper of night-blooming jasmine pulls us back to reality—to that scent David himself loved to breathe in during spring nights in Hollywood.
The saffron, dry and dusty, brings us to the scenes of unsettling love in the deserts of Lost Highway.
In the heart, the scent delves into the woods: smoky leather and Latakia tobacco evoke the whisper of wind through the redwoods and the shadows of figures moving between the trees.
A note of smoked styrax sneaks in like a premonition, wrapping everything in an enigmatic and unsettling atmosphere.
The base is a distant echo, a whisper from the Black Lodge: dark resins, earthy oud, and nocturnal moss leave behind a dreamy trail—like a fleeting memory, a fragment of restless reality that crumbles upon waking.
A vanilla as dark as a moonless night.
Many will ask: where is the coffee note?
You’ll find out in 25 years.
Lynch is the first entry in the Golden Collection by SPIRITICA—a series of fragrances created to magnify the spiritual presence of certain souls who’ve had a profound, almost paranormal, impact on my life.
Lynch is one of those presences: I never needed to meet him to know he was speaking to me. Every one of his films, every pause, every unresolved mystery was a calling—a coded message to my consciousness.
LYNCH AKA SMOKED STYRAX is not just a perfume. It’s a portal. It’s a nightmare that splits open and becomes a dream.
Spray it—and perhaps you’ll hear a voice whispering your name... backward.
The time has come to collect your Garmonbozia.
