From $58

Champaga is for the heads.

Named for the strange, narcotic beauty of the champaca flower, but interpreted through the soil and gardens of Altadena—a place long known as a haven for artists, creatives, and the slightly eccentric.

It opens green and alive: tomato leaf, vine, something almost sweet. Then it drops into the earth. Loamy mushroom, skin, warmth from tonka bean. Low-frequency woods grounding it out.

It smells human. A little strange, a little sensual. It sits close and shifts over time.
Not a crowd-pleaser. Not meant to be.