The Luxury of Collapse.
Explore our complete collection of luxury fragrances. Each scent is a monument to what we worship, distilled from the essence of decay.
Glass sculpted like waste.
The beauty of denial.
Urban decay distilled. A city that spent decades draping sidewalks in black plastic instead of using trash cans—mountains of refuse as public art. The garbage bag bottle celebrates this aesthetic. Welcome to the first world, New York. Your trash cans are finally arriving. Even our refuse has been commodified.
€450
Porcelain, pure an perverse.
A scent of quiet scandals.
The capital of Europe, where human rights are debated in marble halls while streets below feature trash bags, graffiti, and open-air urinals—exclusively for men. Women must find their own solutions. A city's curious devotion to selective infrastructure, where expensive cologne masks the ammonia of inequality.
€520
Ruins, perfume, faith.
What remains when belief crumbles.
The greatest empire ever built, eroding beneath spray paint and exodus. Monuments stand while foundations crack, streets fracture, the young flee for better futures. What remains is facade—grand, hollow, magnificent in decay. Ancient stone mingles with rot, incense masking a civilization eating itself.
€680
Designer garbage.
Branded "job per hour"-ism. Luxury as confession.
The ultimate statement in post-consumer aesthetics. Literally garbage from luxury brands, compressed and distilled into a fragrance. Notes of discarded packaging, last season's trends, and the sweet smell of planned obsolescence. The canister design celebrates waste as the truest luxury.
€390
A cracked star.
Fame's aftertaste in concrete dust.
The American Dream, cracked decades ago. Hollywood's collapse is merely the surface—beneath lies a culture where everything is sensational, money-driven, soulless. Art forgotten. People forgotten. The '70s died a long time ago. The rusted star bottle: a monument to what we lost when we chose spectacle over substance.
€475
Empire's last breath.
When nostalgia costs a pound.
The empire that once ruled the waves now drowns in its own past. A nation chose isolation over connection, sovereignty over collaboration. The cracked pound coin bottle symbolizes a currency—and a country—fractured by the weight of yesterday's glory. What remains? Crumbling infrastructure, faded grandeur, and the peculiar irony of celebrating borrowed traditions while closing the door on those who brought them.
€420
Each fragrance is a monument to what we throw away. A reflection of what we worship. Essence, distilled from decay.
BROKENCIAGA is a satirical art project critiquing luxury brands, consumerism, and late-stage capitalism. These are not real products. This is performance art.