In collaboration with the Edward Gorey Charitable Trust, this home fragrance is an indulgence for the tastefully unhinged. Sopping Thursday captures the scent of a storm that has grown bored with the outdoors and has begun to wander inside. Wet rocks and muddied pathways mingle with the faintly suspicious greenness of fresh garden clippings, bringing a little cultivated gloom to any room in need of a well-timed deluge.

SCENT NOTES: Petrichor, Musk, Moss
SMELLS LIKE: Rain, wet rocks, and water-logged greens.

FRAGRANCE STORY

A Most Inconvenient Downpour.

It was, as usual, raining far more than necessary. Sopping Thursday captures the definitive scent of a storm that has grown bored with the outdoors and has begun to wander inside. Wet rocks, muddied pathways, and rain-slicked windows mingle with the faintly suspicious greenness of freshly shorn garden clippings, though no one recalls who clipped them, or why.

A hush of thunder trembles at the edges, accompanied by that unmistakable petrichor that appears whenever the sky has misplaced its temper. The effect is one of dignified dampness, ideal for those who prefer their weather inclement, atmospheric, and entirely under their own roof.

Bring a little cultivated gloom to any room in need of a well-timed deluge.

HERETIC X GOREY

In 2025, Heretic inaugurated a new and slightly ill-advised tradition by translating the peculiar genius of Edward Gorey into scent. Gorey’s world, exquisitely drawn, wryly sinister, and curiously elegant, is an enchanting realm of mischief and magic. A series of room sprays appeared quietly without fanfare, evoking abandoned corridors, ill mannered weather, questionable refreshments and social occasions best remembered imprecisely. These fragrances were not designed to brighten a room. They were meant to occupy it. To linger. To suggest that something had occurred though no one seemed inclined to discuss it.

This year the collection continues with new Gorey inspired room sprays, extending the atmospheric narrative into additional seasons and scenarios. These home fragrances further refine the collection’s preoccupation with polite unease, sunlit events with unfortunate undertones, domestic spaces behaving suspiciously, and environments that feel faintly over-prepared for disaster.

Each fragrance is conceived as a setting rather than a scent, narrative-driven and resolutely unconcerned with conventional notions of comfort. Together they deepen the Gorey world Heretic has begun to assemble, a place where nothing is overtly wrong yet nothing feels entirely safe. These are atmospheres for those who prefer their spaces expressive, their seasons peculiar, and their pleasures tinged with uncertainty.