In the Belly of the Beast

The only way out leads straight through the belly of the beast, under rotten ice and over a shipwreck still balancing in a bottle. TOSKOVAT' In the Belly of the Beast smells of sea, salt, leather, and a voice that no one else hears at 52 hertz.

White gold, seawater, and mulberry open the extrait bitterly, salty, and with dark fruit. Leather and saffron immediately add a dry, bodily warmth.

Charas, copal, elemi, costus root, Hercules club, and lanolin create a dense, resinous, and animalic core. Immortelle adds a dry marine warmth, while a shipwreck accord introduces metal, wood, and decay.

David-Lev Jipa-Slivinschi leads the story with a voice enclosed in immense depth. The name slowly returns, but the scream remains at a frequency no one hears; the only possible movement is further through the darkness.

Ambergris, natural oud, palo santo, redwood, driftwood, moss, lichen, and flowers from the Mariana Trench build an oceanic base. The salinity deepens until it's no longer clear whether it belongs to the water or the beast's body.

This is not an aquatic for summer. It is a shipwreck among ambergris, charas, lanolin, and flowers from the Mariana Trench — the dream of an android trying to fall asleep under a blanket of rotten ice.