Look up. The sky is coming apart, and pieces of stars are falling toward the horizon. A shard cools into amber and wakes a forest of golden resin. Another sinks into still water and seeds an orchard that ripens in the dark. Each fragment keeps the heat of where it came from, and builds a world around itself in its own image. Starlicious gathers what grew in those places. Every fragrance is the air of a single biome, caught at the hour the fallen star still glowed beneath it: the light coming off molten gold, the flush of fruit swollen with cosmic light, the cool shock of a crater filling with rain. To wear one is to stand, for a moment, on the spot where the sky touched down.
Fallen stars seed the earth, and each builds a world in its own image. Starlicious captures the air of those places, the moment the sky touched down.