The Chlorophyll Time Capsule: Rundholz and AUGUST/7th/2088
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Rundholz Parfum has dropped a scientific anomaly onto our vanity tables.
The bottle itself is a provocation—a vessel that looks less like a traditional flacon and more like a piece of high-precision laboratory equipment salvaged from a futuristic outpost. It is stark, aesthetically compelling, and utterly devoid of romantic fluff. It suggests that what lies inside is not just a scent, but a chemical formula for a specific, heightened state of mind.
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A Bracing Snap
The composition is breathtakingly sharp. AUGUST/7th/2088 is a fragrance that bites; it is bitter, dry, and startlingly complex, yet it possesses a directness that feels like a physical jolt. There is no waiting for the story to unfold. It arrives with the bracing twist of green grapefruit and the sharp, architectural snap of rhubarb. The inclusion of green cactus and aquatic elements doesn't make it watery in the traditional sense; instead, it creates a mineral freshness, a high-definition green that feels as vivid as the liquid’s own hue.
The First Heat of the Year
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Wearing it is a tactile experience. It is the olfactory equivalent of kneeling in a lush meadow on the first true day of summer, crushing the thick, sun-warmed grass between your palms, and then pressing your hands to your face. It captures that specific, urgent impellency of the year’s first real heat—the moment you realize you can no longer stay indoors, that the park is a necessity, and that the season of growth has officially claimed the air.
The Complexity of the Dry-Down
The heart of the fragrance balances this wild greenery with a sophisticated mélange. Exotic essences like lentisk leaves and iris roots add an earthy, powdery depth that grounds the zing of the top notes. But just as you think you have pinned it down as a purely herbal affair, the base begins to glow with a contrary sensuality.
A long-lasting accord of vintage oakmoss, hay, and sandalwood emerges, refined by the mystical warmth of musk and a whisper of cacao. It is a daring tension—bitter meets sweet, zesty meets soulful—that creates an extraordinary emotional intensity.
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A Scented Telegram from 2088
Now, look at the date etched into the glass: August 7th, 2088. Close your eyes and imagine the world on that afternoon, sixty-two years from today. Perhaps we will have finally built cities that breathe, where steel skyscrapers are draped in the same pampas grass and orchids found in this bottle. Maybe by then, the smell of a fresh summer meadow will be the most precious luxury we possess. Rundholz hasn't just designed a perfume; they have sent us a scented telegram from the future, reminding us to go outside, touch the earth, and welcome the summer while the dew is still wet.
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