ABOUT BROKENCIAGA

BROKENCIAGA is not a brand. It is a mirror held up to the excesses of our age.

In a world where luxury has become indistinguishable from waste, where consumption is confused with identity, and where the price tag has replaced meaning itself, we offer something different: honesty wrapped in irony.

Our parfums are not meant to be worn. They are meant to be contemplated. Each bottle is a sculpture of our collective delusion, each scent a distillation of societal decay masquerading as sophistication.

Streets of New York captures the beauty of denial in a garbage bag. Nights in Brussels bottles the scent of quiet scandals in porcelain. Pope in Rome preserves what remains when belief crumbles. Midnight in Paris confesses luxury as branded garbage. Santa Monica Beach injects sterile desire. Boulevard of Broken Dreams crystallizes fame's aftertaste in concrete dust.

This is satire. This is art. This is a critique of the very culture that would make these products desirable. We are not selling you fragrance; we are selling you awareness of the absurdity of selling itself.

BROKENCIAGA exists at the intersection of late-stage capitalism and its inevitable collapse. We are the luxury brand for the end times, the designer label for a fallen world.

Remember: Nothing here is real. Everything here is true.

DISCLAIMER: BROKENCIAGA is a work of satirical art and social commentary. It is not affiliated with any real luxury brand. All products are fictional. This is parody protected as free expression.

Created by Tamas Lorincz