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Aromatic confessions, longings & dreams for characters & personalities full of hope & heart.
Tenderly made, available by luck or chance.
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Hello ⭐️ My name is Dali, and I am the head, heart, and nose of Puppet Parfum. In 2024 I closed my eyes and took a deep shaky breath, and when I finally exhaled, there were 5k of you here with Puppet. I don’t know how you found me, but I think I should introduce myself!

I am a queer Cambodian American artist born and raised in Los Angeles. My parents are survivors of genoc!de, and this has informed every movement I’ve ever made. I believe that Palestine should be free, !CE and the pol!ce are domestic terror!sts, and the cycles of violence we see in our capital!st and able!st society will continue to replicate itself unless we choose to stop it. I believe kindness is a muscle and shouldn’t be confused with niceness. I love the library, and you’ll learn more about that in a few months. I’ve lived a life of friction because that is the hand I was dealt, and it is the only way I know how to move forward ♥️

I love to laugh, and I love making people laugh. I am anxiously optimistic about the future. My favorite scent right now is the night blooming jasmine bush my husband grew for me. I think bananas are the funniest fruit. I am proud to say that I do everything for Puppet myself, but my husband helps with wear testing new ideas, folding boxes, and promptly getting your packages out to the post office.

I am so lucky to be here with you all, and I am so excited to share the curiously strange melancholy and delight of Puppet with you ⭐️ Dali, a beautiful woman against a teal wall holding a magnifying glass. by @puppetparfum

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[SOLD OUT] 15ml & 30ml bottles of Ingénue and 100% Magic found in Chicago, right now at @orderandexperimentation 📹

Online 📀 and in store 🛍️ …go! taken in The Center of Order and Experimentation by @puppetparfum

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the process is the Point ⭐️ taken in The Dream by @puppetparfum

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2 months ago

Exhibitor drop: Puppet Parfum, US

Playfullness, introspection and kindness.

The American perfume house Puppet, is a down-to earth magnet that is filled with joy, and artistic expression.

Dali, the perfumer and founder, is charismatic and has a way of of doing things that just comes up as natural.
I guess california has its way to charm aswell :)

Lets welcome the puppet team to Stockholm! by @puppetparfum

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Newsletter sold out in 11 minutes, at 11:11 ⭐️ Thank you for supporting carefully handmade and intentional art!

Endlessly grateful that you recognize the human behind Puppet, slow creaking hands and all ♥️ by @puppetparfum

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3 months ago

summer smells like warmed and watered soil, racing against the sun to pluck and prune as many tomatoes before the sweat overwhelms, a lycopene-induced tan

summer sounds like playlists from high school and mtv unpluggeds, a jazz joke in my newsletter, crickets and children playing at 5 pm

summer feels slow but eager by @puppetparfum

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3 months ago

100% Magic

Give or take leap years and unaccounted days, every three hundred and sixty five sun ups and downs grants a reminder: you were born and the world became less untouched. It should come as no surprise as you’ve done more than what you could to arrive exactly at this spot time and time again, but the novelty of a year gained hasn’t worn thin just yet. Most days pass without a second thought, like eyelids set to automatically blink. Other days, the tick of the second hand rests on your temple like a mishandled 808. But today requires a celebration of sorts, a reckoning of the passage of time and our failure to arrest it.

You set the ritual:
1. A cake, an offering.
2. A wish, a prayer.
3. A blown out birthday candle, a passage.

Hopes for a better year, for earned success, for cultivated love, for joy! joy! joy! microscopically atomized and dispersed on the transparent plume of a $2.00 USD candle. And as the year greets you six months past this day, sleight of hand through the doorframe, will you remember how sweet that day tasted? Every murmur and tremor reverberated through laughter? Every inch of earth that passed under your feet to get you where you needed to be?

The science checks out but only if you surrender to the suspension of disbelief: despite the odds, you are older and you will continue to get older until the shoes are too tight on your feet. The cake was never a lie and neither are you. by @puppetparfum

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4 months ago

The time spent in between restocks are my favorite 🌱

I like to believe it’s been sheer luck and perfect timing that Puppet has found so many amazing people. I never pay for ads, I don’t do PR, I’ve removed all tracking pixels from my website, I am purposefully slow in my process, and my marketing strategy is nothing more than a handful of confetti and a pink digital camera. I hope that if you’re here and you’re reading every word and digging the world I’ve created, it’s because you want to be here.

Every name, order, email, and interaction is not just some number or statistic to me. It’s You, a fully formed eager participant filled with stories and wisdom to share. You deserve not to be constantly advertised to. You deserve to have privacy exploring online. You deserve to be recognized and treated as a human being.

Anyway, this is all to say that I’ll keep sharing pictures of my garden and I’ll keep writing newsletters about love and I promise to never allow megacorps to follow you around on my website for the sake of “analytics”. Because the time between restocks means I’ve got nothing to sell you and it’s the time I feel the most eager to share ♥️ by @puppetparfum

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4 months ago

Ingénue

The construction of self through shared rituals:

* Running until our lungs burn, feet kicking up chunks of grass, mouths open with reckless freedom, and hair whipping like foals. We pick roses for each other. There is no distance between us.

* Eyelashes butterfly kissed between a curler’s guillotine, powders and shadows haphazardly placed. Hair straighteners hiss and claim what’s owed from every strand. A sacrifice for our daily pageantry.

* Attempts at a recipe passed down, mounds of sugar and butter stirred and sifted. We learn that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach though we must be in constant control of ours.

* A secret shared, a promise made. Repeated betrayals to ourselves to earn favor from _______, ________, and _____. Communication stalls, words teleported to different realms. The oceans between us grow and we never said our goodbyes.

Paper fortune teller’s mouth predicted our love everlasting. I still think of you. Do you ever think of me? by @puppetparfum

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4 months ago

thrice-stamped boxes, star-shaped confetti, bottles and vials filled with love and attention finding their ways to you slowly but surely ♥️ from my two creaking hands and into yours ₊˚⊹࿔⊹ ₊ ݁.

nearly all puppet packaging is either home compostable, biodegradable, or recyclable all out of love for the superstar on the last slide (and for every living being!) ⭐️ learn more about end of life possibilities for puppet packaging on puppetparfum.xyz by @puppetparfum

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Haunted Baby

At our altar, there is a picture of you. Your face is surrounded by lit incense jammed into bowls of uncooked jasmine rice. I think you’re looking back at me, but you could be looking at nothing at all. So I bow my head and rest my praying hands against my forehead and try to listen along to what my mother is chanting, but the language barrier becomes impermeable with grief. I only look back up when she stops and hands me a bowl full of perfectly ripe fruits to place in front of your image. My dad made sure to get the nicest flowers from the grocery store for you, placed in makeshift vases known as cups. Over time, the incense ash will pile up and the fruit will turn and the flowers will die but your face will remain the same. They tell me that the offerings are meant for you to enjoy in your new life, your death, so you don’t become a hungry ghost or something like that. When I finally go back to school, my friends don’t understand me when I tell them any of this.

Now that I’m grown up, I’d still like to believe you’re someplace somewhere surrounded by flowers, enjoying your fruit. by @puppetparfum

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5 months ago

⭐️ a restock is on the horizon ⭐️
may 29th, 11am pst
newsletter eats first by @puppetparfum

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