There are fragrances that merely perfume the skin—and then there are those that dissolve the boundaries between body and universe. Astral Projection is born of the latter kind, a scented reverie inspired by Tubéreuse Astrale by Maison Crivelli. In this composition, tuberose is not the floral of daydreams or gardens—it is a starburst, suspended in the velvet silence of space, casting flashes of milk-white brilliance against a backdrop of cosmic shadow.

It opens with a singular shimmer: cinnamon, hot and spiced, like a constellation igniting in a still sky. Its warmth draws you upward, a magnetic pulse beckoning toward the unknown. Osmanthus follows—ripe, fleshy, and dense—twisting the floral heart with apricot leather and the resinous memory of honeyed petals pressed between pages of ancient books. The tuberose is rich and luminous, like a comet dressed in silk, unfolding slowly in the vacuum of time.

As the fragrance deepens, vanilla and musk anchor the celestial voyage in sensuality. The vanilla is not sugary—it is molten, browned, kissed by fire and longing. And the musk? Soft as lunar dust, it lingers like the imprint of a dream upon waking. You don’t so much wear this perfume as dissolve into it, carried in a slow drift through nebulas of suede, candlelit smoke, and powdered velvet.

Astral Projection is the scent of stardust meeting skin—an exploration of contradiction: airy and dense, celestial and rooted, radiant and shadowed. It doesn’t just evoke the cosmos—it becomes your passage through it, each breath a step beyond gravity, beyond time, into pure sensation.