The Story
Why it exists.
Inexcusable Evil is David-Lev Jipa-Slivinschi's attempt to capture something most perfumers won't touch: the aftermath. Not the battle itself but what follows. The hospital. The news footage. The smell of iodine on wounds while smoke still rises. He wasn't interested in making something pleasant. He wanted to make something true, a scent that holds the weight of destruction without flinching, without softening it into metaphor. The title makes no apologies. Neither does the fragrance.
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The Beginning
Inexcusable Evil is David-Lev Jipa-Slivinschi's attempt to capture something most perfumers won't touch: the aftermath. Not the battle itself but what follows. The hospital. The news footage. The smell of iodine on wounds while smoke still rises. He wasn't interested in making something pleasant. He wanted to make something true, a scent that holds the weight of destruction without flinching, without softening it into metaphor. The title makes no apologies. Neither does the fragrance.
What makes this composition unusual isn't any single note but how David-Lev layers contradiction. Blood and flowers shouldn't coexist, one's animalic, one's delicate. Iodine and burnt blooms: antiseptic and destruction in the same breath. The guaiac wood and sandalwood don't sweeten the blow. They ground it, keep it from becoming purely conceptual. Concrete and rain in the base feel less like weather and more like aftermath, the world after something fell. This is memory as material.
The Evolution
The opening detonates mineral-sharp: gunpowder and ozonic notes, that sharp metallic bite of something spent. Within minutes the iodine surfaces, medicinal and jarring. Blood arrives not as novelty but as fact. The flowers are the surprise, they're burning, which means sweet and charred at once, petals turned to smoke while still holding their shape. The heart lasts longest: copaiba balm and guaiac wood create a strange warmth beneath the antiseptic top notes, almost body-warm. Then comes the drydown. Concrete isn't a common base note. Rain isn't either. Together with incense and sandalwood, they smell like a church after the smoke clears, mineral, smoky, sacred. This phase lasts 6-8 hours on most skin. It doesn't fade. It settles.
Cultural Impact
Since its 2022 launch, Inexcusable Evil has become one of niche perfumery's most discussed fragrances, polarizing by design. Wearers either find it an unforgettable olfactory statement or too confrontational to wear. The blood-and-iodine opening and burnt-flower heart have earned it comparisons to Beaufort's anti-confectionery approach, though Toskovat' operates from a more explicitly memorial register. It's not trying to be beautiful. It's trying to be remembered.
The House
Romania · Est. 2022
Toskovat' is a Romanian niche fragrance house founded in 2022 by self-taught perfumer David-Lev Jipa-Slivinschi. The brand name derives from the Russian word toска (toska), approximating a feeling of longing without a clear object. Toskovat' creates what it calls extraits de mémoire, memory-driven fragrances built from personal recollection rather than perfumery convention. David-Lev works without classical training and embraces provocative combinations: bubblegum with gasoline, notes of blood and holy water, scents evoking childhood, desire, and transgression. The brand garnered international attention early, earning features in Vogue UK and The Wall Street Journal. Luca Turin, one of the field's most influential critics, sampled six Toskovat fragrances and described them as having "shocking top notes and gothic ingredient lists, followed by well-behaved heart and base notes." On fragrance communities like Fragrantica and Basenotes, each release sparks passionate debate. The house operates from Bucharest and has built a devoted following in remarkably little time.
If this were a song
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This fragrance sounds like the moment after the smoke clears, tense, mineral, heavy with aftermath. The opening reads as industrial and electric before the burnt flowers arrive, soft and sweet against the antiseptic. The drydown settles into something almost liturgical: concrete, rain, incense. Think score music for a film that refuses to flinch.
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