“The fragrance Hollyrose is a black leather rose. Inspired by the teenage groupies who ruled over Sunset Boulevard in the 70’s (Anita Pallenberg, Bebe Buell, Pamela Des Barres) these muses and queens of the Hollywood scene (dating the likes of Jimmy Page, Mick Jagger, Alice Cooper, Robert Plant, Iggy Pop) hung out in L.A and became the next somebody, fashion icons, actors, rock stars in their own right. Their devotees paraded, their future music flaunted in fabulous, derisive dress. A perfumed tribute to these amazing women who brought rock n’ roll to its knees”. -Dr. Mike
Cement flowers float and sprout up all over Sunset Boulevard. A rock fantasia, deflowered by desire and a love of art, these young roses twist into strong, clutching vines in intricate poses. Black pepper is the tip of these beauties inimitable spice, florid yet capable of stinging as sharply as a thorn. Blackcurrant is the juicy, rich, hot blood of these roses, pumping through veins at a passionate rate, reflective of the revolutionary change these idols trigger. Purity and unabashed sensuality (rose and orchid) intertwine and paint a portrait of women driven by their own desire and the desire they awaken. Like the scent of skin, these hybrid Hollyrose(s) bloom most fervently in the night and invite caresses.
Leather tools and pulls the elusive mystique of these blooms into tangible, enduring strength, powerful enough to withstand the scratches and impertinent tamperings of guitar strings snapping, famous tempers fraying, loves ending. Patchouli belies the natural, mother earth magic that infuses each of ever Hollyrose with her inimitable ability to keep on trucking. A transfixing trail, Hollyrose alternates between romanticism and steely self determinism, decadence and down and dirty delights. For all the good bad girls out there, Hollyrose has a hold on we.