Christopher Brosius of CB I HATE PERFUME felt passionate enough about the lack of inspiring perfumes that he dedicated his career to creating scents that are truly unique.

CB I HATE PERFUME is a Brooklyn based perfumery that has been operating since 1992.
Christopher’s perfumes are created to be an “Experience” rather than a simple accessory .

The smoke of burning maple leaves - pure & simple.

The Story...
Do you know what a leaf fort is? It's simply a huge pile of fallen leaves carefully raked up, on top of which a group of children sit defending the pile against another group. Battle is joined by gathering up armfuls of said leaves & pelting the opposing party until all concerned are worn out, have twigs in their hair, crumbled bits in their socks & underwear and all the leaves are once again thoroughly spread over the lawn where they belong in the first place. Obviously this was great fun & every autumn when I was small this is just what my cousins and I did.

Sadly there came a day when raking leaves was no longer anticipated with delight - that's the day when I was TOLD to rake them. Suddenly it was a chore!

Still there was something after the raking was over to look forward too - burning the leaves with my father. I loved watching them crinkle up in the flames while the smoke swirled up my nose and made me sneeze.

Now in the fall I sometimes gather a handful of maple leaves and burn them in the fireplace just to remember...


Smoke represents perhaps the most important aspect of perfume – its beginning. Even its modern name is derived from an antique term that means “to smoke through".

Fire From Heaven is blended from classic ancient incenses: Frankincense, Myrrh, Opopanax, Cedar, Sandalwood, Styrax & Labdanum. But the perfume's scent is subtle. Fire From Heaven is the memory of smoke...

A fresh clean scent composed of Rain Drops, Leaf Buds, Wet Twigs, Tree Sap, Bark, Mossy Earth and the faintest hint of Spring.  This perfume is inspired by one of my favorite poems, Black March by Stevie Smith. It begins: I have a friend at the end of the world. His name is a breath of fresh air.

The poem ends:

But whatever
new names I give him
he is still an old friend
he says
Whatever names
you give me
I am a breath of fresh air
a change for you

I have thought about a perfume that reflects this poem for years. Now, it is finished. Both the poem and my perfume contain a secret that you must discover for yourself and that's the Metamorphosis of Black March.

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