THE STORY
GREEN TEA / SANDALWOOD / ROSE / PURPLE WAX
« A few weeks ago, Billy shared with me the mindset, world and emotions he was experiencing in 1993 while he was creating the legendary Siamese Dream album. What I heard and felt is the dichotomy between ground and space, between the rough earthy underground of a dark reality, and the free purple light spilling out of the open universe of his imagination. I wanted to express the creative tension between Billy’s Mais Street neighborhood where the music studio was, and the escape into his own creativity. The union of that powerful 90’s Smashing Pumpkins Yin and Yang energy is embodied in two iconic scents...The MAIS STREET and PURPLE FUZZ candles. »
— Rami Mekdachi
« For me, the aspirational aspect of Siamese Dream always starts with the color purple and, by extension, silver. When I was making the record, I saw purple a lot, and I saw silver a lot. People with synesthesia will often ask me if I also have the same thing because my music engenders such color when they listen. I don’t think I have synesthesia, but maybe I do, because I always relate my music’s emotional quality to a color. If you just imagine a world that’s filled with a lot of purple and a lot of silver, this is a good start in terms of a place. I don’t think that place exists because there’s nowhere on this earth that’s truly peaceful or free of the clutches of tyranny. It’s probably somewhere between heaven, fuzz guitars, and beautiful music. I guess it’s something kind of baroque, meaning it’s this kind of beautiful world that you can hint at, but it’s ultimately in the mind. When you see cherubs on a column in a church somewhere in Europe, you know it’s the sense of something, but it’s not real to human life on a daily level. It’s aspirationally real but not real in our daily existence. When I was a kid, my stepmother used to wear a perfume which was the distilled essence of pure rose. It wasn’t the cheap, fake rose that you would smell in baby talcum powder; it was the pure essence of rose. I remember she would just put one drop between her wrists or something, and for a while, the house would smell of this beautiful rose. So when I think aspirationally of this, let’s call it the purple fuzz sound of Siamese Dream, in terms of what it would smell like, it’s the pure essence of nature but at its highest octave. It’s a pure version of it; it doesn’t have the sour end of the note. »
— Billy Corgan
