kryvoc. olfactory literature. perfume translated from poems written in romanian.

is it my fault
or do you simply not exist?

the unheard breath of ink

arici, vol. i  ·  tell me when it is poured  →

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olfactory literature

first, a poem in romanian.
then its translation, into scent.

the founder trained as a chemist and kept writing poems. for years the two lived like drawers of one desk, never opened at the same time.

then came a poem the page could not hold. it needed a second language.

the poem is always written first. the scent translates it, the way a good translation keeps what a line feels like and lets the picture go.

every bottle travels with its poem. you wear one and read the other.

handcrafted in romania.
500 bottles. never more.

unspoken lines
an anthology worn on skin  ·  vol. i to iii
500 numbered bottles  ·  the list is open i. arici “maybe you’ll come sooner
before i become a hedgehog.” violet leaf  ·  aldehydes  ·  mimosa  ·  cassie  ·  suede  ·  cold musk  ·  moss the smell of watching everyone else find their person. read arici  →
50 ml  ·  extrait  ·  in composition ii. august “in august i held you
and felt my heart melt.” the smell of the last warm evening you didn’t know was the last. read august  →
in development iii. floarea soarelui “i poisoned your soil, until even the roots had rotted.” the poem is finished. its translation is still on the desk. floarea soarelui  →

the smell of your silence

a few quiet questions.
at the end, a few lines will be waiting.

begin  →
marginalia
what the poems leave in the margins
may 2026

a reading of “arici”

“the hedgehog as metaphor is older than we think. self-protection that cannot tell itself apart from isolation.”

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june 2026

on the smell of endings

“there is a specific scent to august that has nothing to do with the month.”

read
april 2026

the chemistry of nostalgia

“beeswax smells of proximity. of something still holding heat from a body that has left the room.”

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