An iconic staple of the 80s, every child had the dream of owning one and every parent had the nightmare of trying to find one. (Buying a Cabbage Patch Doll in the Christmas of 1983 – it was every man for himself.)
One thing that old school Cabbage Patch Doll owners would remember however, is their classic scent – a cross between a light powdery talc and a hard plastic material – it was the closest the doll-makers were going to get to an actual newborn baby smell, and as children, we loved it!
We replicated that mysterious nostalgic scent as close as possible: a light mixture of soft baby powder with hints of lilac and sweet honey, layered with notes of vanilla bean and cherry wood, bringing you back to the day you adopted your very own one-of-a-kind Cabbage Patch Doll, yarn hair and all.
Sometimes when you’re out at a bar drinking and you’re having such a good time, one drink can lead to two, which then leads to about 10. Suddenly the next thing you know you’ve face-planted head first onto the wet sticky bar floor, your mouth wide open and your eyes glazed over, with vomit in your hair. (Come on, you know you’ve been there once, if not many times before.)
We wanted to capture that moment of turnt ‘litness’ and create a scent that smelled just like that cold hard bar floor that you’ve blacked out on – the scent of stale beer (complete with fruity hops), mixed with a sweet carbonated cola, and blended with salted lime rinds and a twist of whiskey. We also threw in a dash of sour vomit for some added realness.
Whether you’re a Millennial or a Baby Boomer – own your messiness. Drinks are on me! 😉
Inspired by the faithful trips to get a haircut and shave, our Barbershop conjures up the refreshing aroma of clean aftershave and crisp hair tonic that old fashioned barbers used religiously on their customers, brought together as a fresh and unique scent for everyone to enjoy.
Heart notes of amber and rum with top layers of musk and bay tree make this scent irresistible while invoking memories and sensations of being in that barber chair, face slicked up with foam and a straight razor gliding across your chin. Then the loud hum of the hair buzzer would start and chop away all those unwanted hairs until the perfect cut was in place. You came in a disheveled beast and left a clean cut gentleman.
Perfect for any man who doesn’t have time for a trip to the barber or even for his lady that loves the smell when she nuzzles into his neck.
Any bears need a trim?
So you’re not sure if you’re the most basic girl in the valley. Well, here are some clues to find out:
You’re obsessed with pumpkin spice lattes, Taylor Swift, and Forever 21. (Yes, all three).
You totes abbreviate all adjectives and wear Uggs on the reg.
Fall is your favorite season, because, um, sweaters!
You’re always down to get some ‘froyo’.
You “pin” nearly every aspect of your life onto a “wish board”.
You love ‘Manicure-Monday’ almost as much as ‘Sunday Brunch’.
Your go-to updo? A messy bun, obvi. Paired with yoga pants, duh.
You still watch ‘The Bachelor’ with optimism.
The classic ‘white’ iPhone is your accessory of choice.
You eat pounds of kale to feel healthy and drink vodka sodas because low-calorie options are vital.
You think cold pressed juice is so YUM. (they’re not).
You’re on an eternal quest to find new uses for mason jars.
You LOVE Trader Joe’s. Perhaps more than life itself.
You moved to New York thinking your life would be like Carrie Bradshaw’s.
The Notebook, because, hello, Ryan Gosling.
Yes, girlfriend, you’re as basic and vanilla as they come.
Speaking of vanilla, enjoy the aroma of one of our most “basic” scents around: smooth and rich vanilla, hinted with sparkling brown sugar and warm caramel tones – safe, predictable, and suitable for any basic bitch who likes what she likes (just like everyone else).
The epitome of body hair and the gay fetish it projects, Goldilocks had no idea what she was in for when she shacked up with those 3 Bears.
Stocky or muscular, full-bellied or fit, throw on some facial and body hair and watch the hearts swoon.
A masculine blend of rich vetiver, smoked patchouli, and cedar bark, combined with the woody top note of sandalwood and a base of musk and earth tones. A real unique woodsy scent, our Bear fragrance defines the meaning of hirsute.
Bear. Cub. Chub. Otter. Wolf. Silver Fox. Grizzly Bear. Muscle Bear. Brown Bear. Black Bear. Ginger Bear. Panda Bear. Koala Bear. Polar Bear. Ursula.
Which hairy classification are you?
Nothing took the hipster movement by storm like the beard. Who knew that the simple act of growing out your facial hair would prove to be such a radical form of style, that it crossed the borders and went mainstream (every hipsters’ heart in the world just skipped a beat at that last sentence).
Originally grown and shown off by hipsters as a way to distinguish themselves, suddenly the streets of Williamsburg were awash with men who resembled homeless pedophiles. It was never clear who did it first, but soon it was more likely to see a man with mustache or beard than not.
Pencil, bushy, waxy, patchy, unkempt, groomed, long, short, handlebar – no style was better than the other and each one was tended to with the utmost dedication.
Unsurprisingly, the full beard began to take over as the main facial hair option for hipsters starting the revolutionary wave of bushy chins throughout the world. The only obstacle the male hipster will now face is convincing people that he’s not a Hasidic Jew.
A personal favorite around here, our Beard fragrance is a sweet woodsy scent with notes of dried, wind-blown leaves, charred woods of pine and cedar, amber, smoky sandalwood, and musk with a background containing hints of coconut and soft vanilla. A fascinating, complex, unique and appealing scent, it’s like you can almost smell the man-earth straight from the hairy source.
It’s your birthday! We’re gonna party like it’s ya birthday!
And who doesn’t love a good old fashioned birthday party, complete with decorations, presents, and more importantly, the birthday cake!
Regardless of how old you are, everybody wants a slice of that delectable dessert once the candles are blown out. It’s the perfect blend of moist white cake and delicious sweet butter cream vanilla frosting. If you close your eyes you can almost taste the sprinkles!
It’s just like the cake your mom made for you every year growing up. The kind baked in that silver tin and then slathered with that store-bought icing. Only this time you don’t have to age another year to enjoy it.
Happy Birthday. Every day.
‘Everybody dance! (Clap your hands! Clap your hands!)’
The 80s are back and it’s eternally snowing!
Whether you’re trying to score a line in the bathroom of your favorite disco or scraping a mirror with a credit card in your best friend’s pad, Blow is here to stay, like it or not.
While this exotic piece of nose candy is really just a diffuser and can’t actually be snorted up your nasal cavity (we know you thought about it for a second), its unique blend of aromas are sure to be as big a hit as it is taboo.
A soft fragrance combining the light crisp scent of rolled up money and the slightly bitter base of that pesky white stimulant, Blow is definitely special. Hints of cotton and fresh ink notes from the currency round this scent out nicely giving way to a clean and fairly different aroma. Perfect for smaller rooms, it gives you that little pick-me-up without the nosebleeds and constant diarrhea afterwards.
PS- there are no real drugs, narcotics, or paraphernalia anywhere in this diffuser. Junkies. addicts, and concerned mothers need not apply.
Everything is blue. Your skin. Your hair. Your nails. Your breath.
Blue are the words you say and what you think. Blue are the feelings that live inside you.
Blue is when melancholy takes over to the point where it’s no longer even sad anymore. It’s just there, lingering and hovering over every happy moment, like a constant bleak reminder.
Think of an inviting day at the beach, a creamy warm vanilla and suntan lotion blend, shadowed by somber icy tones of peppermint menthol and branded by the stark and earthy mix of basil and oak moss. It’s grim cheer. Glum joy. Dark happiness.
Everywhere you go, there’s blue.
Less exotic as it is peculiar, Brooklyn Nights is probably the most personal scent Grizzly has created thus far. It’s based on being in love in one of the greatest cities in the world and having that love perish. What would that smell like?
Brooklyn, New York itself has a gigantic proportion of aromas, both good and bad. When you’re in love, those smells are maximized and become solid memories in your everyday affairs. And when that love is no longer there, it’s hard to let go of those scents which will forever be a reminder of the past.
The stuffy smell of that second floor walk-up, to the balmy odor of the F train that traveled to and from the city. The overwhelming scent of take-out combined with the faint whiff of hemp through an open window from the courtyard. The sweet polished aroma of homemade soap to the putrid stank of a passing garbage truck, all playing pieces in the birth and demise of a Brooklyn night affair.
A mixture of both masculine and feminine scents, our Brooklyn Nights retains all the unique structure of its namesake. Warm musk and balsam with spicy notes of pepper, anise, and clove, finished with hints of orange and lemon, it embodies everything the night has to offer, and lets you cherish those memories, no matter how bittersweet they may be.
“It’s not that I don’t want to love you
‘Cause I really tried, and I,
Just wanna hang with the old you,
For just one Brooklyn night adieu.
Have a drink with your former self,
We both won’t act like someone else.
Maybe then we’d both tell the truth,
For just one Brooklyn night adieu.”
Cool, crisp, and refreshing, coconut water is said to have many benefits beyond quenching thirst. With high potassium and mineral content, it’s like a natural energy drink without the chemicals and calories. And of course, it’s trendy right now, and Grizzly is all about crazed trends. (But don’t expect a Greek yogurt scent from us. No!)
As authentic as the palm itself, our Coconut Water candle is as close as you’ll get to the real thing without shaking one from a tree and cutting it open with a machete. Never tropical or mixed with any “island” flavors, this is the coconut in its purest sense.
Nothing smells like childhood again like breaking open a fresh box of colorful crayons. There’s just something about those thin colored sticks of wax, paper tightly wound around them, that nostalgically brings us back to being a kid and laying on the living room carpet, feverishly coloring away in a coloring book. A scent so distinct, one whiff and instantly takes you back.
Open up a box with us.