Tramp Stamp… this is so much more than a fresh cool skin, dewy red rose ink fragrance. It’s an ode to an iconic rite of passage.. the lower back real estate claimed by barbed wire, angel wings, tribal suns, and butterflies and so on. A nod to the days when every decision we made was dictated by MTV. When our identities were curated from music videos and late night reruns of Daria, Beavis and Butt Head, Unplugged, and Real World marathons. Personally, I narrowed my future down to two ambitions.. become a supermodel, or end up on The Real World. Life back then lived in extremes.. grunge rock vs bubblegum pop, studded belts vs pink velour tracksuits, soft goth grunge queens with raccoon eyeliner vs bleach blonde Playboy bunnies with tans the shade of cheeto dust. Didn’t matter which side you fell on, everyone flew under one banner of rebellion. The Tramp Stamp and the low rise jeans kept no secrets.
And in the blink of an eye, it’s 20 something years later. We never made it onto MTV. We never became VJs or Bunnies or housemates on The Real World. Our biggest act of rebellion now is choosing oat milk over almond.. or in my case, raw milk. But when you spray Tramp Stamp, the air shifts. That dewy inky rose on cool skin scent reminds you that you are every version of the person you swore you’d become.. just layered, evolved, and maybe even better. Glittery or gothy. Impulsive or refined. Wild or wise. Whatever version exists today, one thing is certain.. you didn’t lose your edge, you refined it. Tramp Stamp isn’t just a fragrance, it’s a temporary tattoo for the soul. Proof that even if you never got the ink, you damn sure earned the attitude.
To Peter and Thalia.. thank you for bottling an era. For turning a punchline into power. For making a scent as iconic as its namesake. There hasn’t been a fragrance like this before, and I doubt there will be after. That’s how icons work after all.
Tramp Stamp is chef’s kiss. 💋 Truly.
