Like flesh remembered, strange and luminous.
Ectoplasm emerged in early spiritualist practice as a material said to appear during séances, exuded from the body and shaped by unseen forces. Described as cool, pale, and mutable: neither fully body nor fully air, it occupied the uncomfortable space between presence and disappearance.
A spectral residue suspended between worlds, Ektoplasma is built around the illusion of skin and vapor at once. Cold citrus and aromatic woods evaporate into a cloud of luminous vapor before melting into creamy lactonic florals and translucent sandalwood. Ambergris, skin musks, and pale woods drift through the composition like dust illuminated in moonlight, creating the uncanny sensation of presence without form.
Neither floral nor woody, neither living nor gone, Ektoplasma exists in the space between matter and memory. The lingering trace of a body no longer there. The uncanny effect of soft white ectoplasm floating in a dark room.
NOTES
FIRST ENCOUNTER: Vapour. Juniper vapour and cold air.
HEART: Lactonic Veil. A translucent veil of pale florals and ghostwood.
RESIDUAL HAUNTING: Skin. Ambergris, dust and skin musk. Like flesh remembered, strange and luminous.
PERFUMER
Douglas Little and Pascal Gaurin
HOW IT WEARS
Ektoplasma opens with a petrichor funk. Kind of like damp stone and woods. It also gives old flower water. A bit vegetal. But there is also something familiar, like a cold breath rising in the depths of winter. As Ektoplasma settles on the skin, the lactonic and musky notes become more powerful, yet they’re grounded in dusty woods and a slightly sweet floral (that floats in the background). The dry down settles into soft decay of ambroxan and flesh like musk.
LORE LOVES
When we smell Ektoplasma, we truly imagine a thick white residue floating along the earth, moving through soil, touching cold stone, wandering around trees and half wild gardens. It absorbs them all while also leaving a haunting trace. Taking on a part of everything it touches. It is nature shrouded in a mystery, and then cloaked in scent.
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