There’s a new spot in Vilnius — the kind you don’t just walk into, you wander into, the way you drift into a memory you forgot you still had. A place where perfume doesn’t just smell nice, it asks questions. Like: Who were you then? Who are you becoming? And why does one whiff of patchouli suddenly make you reconsider your entire life?

 

Maison Fantomus was born from uncertainty, a stubborn spark, and the quiet belief that scent should be more than a spritz on your wrist before stepping out. It’s a reminder that every scent holds a story, and every visitor has one too. Sometimes, all it takes is one inhale to discover both.​​