PONY BOY by Jorum Studio: The Allure of the Unruly Spirit
© Sigurd Magnor Killerud
A Trickster in a Bottle
There is something unsettlingly playful about PONY BOY by Jorum Studio, an extrait de parfum that smells like mischief itself. It conjures up the landscape of Scotland, but not in the expected way of windswept highlands or brooding forests. Instead, it evokes the trickster spirits that roam unseen, luring wanderers toward an unknown fate.
Inspired by Loch an Dùin in Uist, PONY BOY captures the duality of temptation and deception, a scent both inviting and treacherous, like the kelpie that haunts the water's edge.
First Impressions: A Childhood Dare
The first impression is as sharp as childhood daring—an electrifying surge of rhubarb, its tartness slicing through the air. It’s the kind of scent that makes you want to run barefoot through wet grass, to tiptoe closer to the unknown. Coriander seed adds a flash of spice, a spark in the dark, while pink grapefruit crackles with citrusy defiance.
Beneath it all, the sweetness of fig and the lushness of champaca absolute offer something softer, almost affectionate, but never quite safe. PONY BOY does not follow a straight path—it zigzags like a child at play, reveling in its own unpredictability.
© Sigurd Magnor Killerud
The Evolution: A Scent of Becoming
Then comes the shift. The initial bite of rhubarb gives way to something rounder, warmer, yet still tinged with a rebellious streak. A soapy cleanness emerges, a reminder of adolescence, of freshly washed hands after a long day of mischief.
The hint of beetroot lends an earthy, almost fleshy sweetness, grounding the fragrance in something more bodily, more intimate. But this is not a nostalgic scent—it is a scent of becoming, of stories yet to be written.
The Final Trail: A Whisper of Mystery
As PONY BOY fades, it deepens into something more elusive. Pink lotus absolute and ambrette seed whisper of something unplaceable—soft, vegetal, and a little strange. Atlas and red cedarwood bring a dry, resinous contrast, while raspberry leaf and vetiver flicker like the last embers of a fire.
The final impression is neither here nor there, as though the scent itself has slipped through your fingers, leaving only a trace of its passing.
Like the kelpie it draws from, PONY BOY is both an invitation and a trick. It is friendly, but not to be trusted. It beckons you closer, only to disappear the moment you think you’ve grasped it.
The paradox is intoxicating: a fragrance that is joyful yet eerie, carefree yet profound, childlike yet unsettlingly wise. It does not fit into neat categories—it is a spirit unto itself, dancing between the lines.
© Sigurd Magnor Killerud
An Artistic Invitation: A Wild Bouquet
Step outside, let PONY BOY guide you into nature. Wander through the landscape, feel the air, and look closely at the plants around you. Try to recognize them—touch their leaves, smell their petals, and notice their shapes.
Gather a handful of flowers and wild herbs, weave them together into a small bouquet. If you do not know their names, give them your own. Let the act of collecting and naming be an extension of PONY BOY—an exercise in discovery, in playful trickery, in creating something transient yet meaningful.
In that moment, you are the kelpie, the trickster, reshaping the world in your own image.
© Sigurd Magnor Killerud
This product was provided by JORUM STUDIO