Like a tableau of spilt syrup, strips from photo booths no longer standing, and weeds known as flowers to the neighbors, Amphora Parfum takes the idea of scent in both hands. Sensations butt up against innate knowledge in fragrances that traverse achingly nostalgic and startlingly imminent scenes, the perfumes bringing revelations upon their wearers buoyed by both their beauty and their unspoken challenge: to live and die in one’s own, distinct body. This is queer fragrance, and that is nothing more or less than our lives in a bottle.