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A green, mineral, and smoky scent veiled in secrecy — a fragrance inspired by the wilderness of an undiscovered island.
You were never meant to find this place. And yet, here you are.
Cannabis Lost Island doesn’t just linger on skin — it lingers in memory. It calls to the part of you that craves quiet rebellion, soft power and the kind of scent that makes people lean in without knowing why.
There is no map to this fragrance. It begins in the wild — green herbs crushed between fingertips, stone warmed by a hidden sun, mist clinging to dense woods. Then something shifts: the scent deepens, softens, begins to hum against the skin. Smoked woods. Dry leaves. The feeling of walking barefoot where no one’s walked before.
And then, in its final hour — it settles. But it never disappears. It stays, like a secret that only a few ever hear. This isn’t perfume. This is presence. One that can’t be explained — only felt.
It opens like temptation — bright, spiced, tropical — but quickly slips into something deeper. Cognac-soaked. Jasmine-laced. A slow, smoky unraveling of rules and routine.
And then comes the base — earthy, rough-edged, almost sinful. Patchouli lingers like skin at midnight. Tobacco curls in the air. Papyrus anchors it all with something ancient, something elemental.
People won’t smell this and say “nice.” They’ll smell it and say “What is that…?”
And you’ll smile — because it’s yours.