Damfool C u ò (Old House) Elixir de Parfum

More than twenty years later, I pushed open the gate to my ancestral home—and froze. It wasn’t
mine anymore.

Top: Violet, Blackcurrant
Middle: Lychee, Ylang-Ylang, Clove Bud
Base: Vetiver, Saffron, Soy Sauce

A family I’d never seen was living there, moving through rooms I knew by heart: the same creak on the third floorboard, the same slant of light through the east window… but now with laundry strung across the courtyard, wet shirts dripping cheap soap smell into the humid air.

On the kitchen counter: a pile of rinsed pickled mustard greens, still glistening. On the altar, fresh candied kumquats and dried longans, neatly arranged. And beside them, three red plastic cups half-empty from last night, the wine inside gone cloudy, edges slightly sticky. The wooden pillars? Thick with decades of grime—incense soot layered over cooking grease, dark and glossy as old lacquer.

I remembered sitting right there on the threshold of the ancestral hall, sucking on a strawberry lollipop, watching elders burn joss sticks. Back then, I thought gods were just smoke and sugar. Later, I learned better and stopped eating candy near the altar.

The tenants—a couple from inland, sleeves rolled, hands calloused—came out wiping their hands on aprons. They bowed slightly, voice hushed: “You’re from the demolition team?” I shook my head. “No. This is a guc-uo—a heritage house. Not for tearing down.” He nodded slowly, like he’d heard that before… and didn’t quite believe it.

Yeah—the house is still standing. Same beams. Same roof tiles. Same stubborn, crooked spine. But the soul? It’s wearing someone else’s clothes now.

Note: Damfool samples are approximately 1mL in partially-filled vials.

Damfool Perfume, builds it's world the way a game designer builds a cast: each creation is written as its own NPC, with a backstory, role, and emotional script rather than as a generic “main character.” His work isn’t about a single signature; it’s about a whole ensemble of quiet protagonists—altar-keepers, aunties, street-stall ghosts, migrating cousins—each bottle behaving like a side character you meet in a different scene of the same universe.

When you move through the Damfool line, you’re not choosing status or center stage so much as deciding which NPC you want walking beside you that day, carrying their habits, memories, and stories into your story.

Damfool is artisanal house, keeping as much work as possible at his own bench rather than outsourcing formula building. Instead of leaning only on ready-made bases, he spends time crafting components and tinctures himself, especially from harder-to-find or specific raw materials that carry real texture and history. That slow, hands-on approach means each idea is built from the ground up: unusual extractions, rare ingredients, and temple-adjacent materials turned into liquids that feel lived-in rather than generic.