Toskovat’s Inexcusable Evil perfume is a story, a memory, and a protest. It captures the raw, unsettling emotions tied to destruction, loss, and the aftermath of conflict. The scent doesn’t shy away from the harsh realities of life, instead forcing us to confront the pain of what’s been taken and what’s left behind. It’s a reminder of the fragility of existence and the scars that remain when everything else is gone.

Today I remembered destruction. The pain of life often makes me forget the more disgusting pain of having it taken.
Fallen buildings on the news, crying babies, burnt flowers.
Memories lost, tears drowned, coffees never shared…
At least I have iodine on my wounds and crutches left to use, but what about those that don’t?
The next war will decide not what is right, but what is left.
Hate all governments & love all people

The top notes hit you first: gunpowder and ozone. It’s sharp, almost jarring, like the first moments of chaos—the smell of war, of something burning, of the air after an explosion. It’s not pretty, but it’s real.

As it settles, the heart notes emerge, and here’s where the pain becomes personal. Blood, bandages, and iodine—these are the smells of survival, of wounds being tended to, of lives hanging in the balance. But there’s also burning flowers, a cruel reminder of beauty destroyed too soon. The guaiac wood, copaiba oil, and nagarmotha add depth, a kind of earthy resilience that suggests life persists, even in the face of devastation.

The base notes ground the fragrance in the aftermath: fallen concrete, rain, incense, and sandalwood. It’s the smell of ruins, of cities reduced to rubble, but also of hope. The rain suggests cleansing, renewal, while the incense and sandalwood bring a sense of quiet reflection, almost like a prayer for what’s been lost.

For Toskovat, Inexcusable Evil is a scent that asks you to question, to feel, and to act. In a world where governments wage wars and people pay the price, this fragrance is a reminder to hate the systems that cause pain but to love the people who endure it. It’s uncomfortable, haunting, and necessary—a scent that stays with you long after it fades.