An ancient king named Yuvanaswa had great wealth, good fortune and many queens. But no children, which he wanted more than anything. So the sages prepared a magic potion to bestow a mighty son upon whomever drank it, which awkwardly turned out to be the thirsty king, instead of the queens it was intended for. The baby was delivered by cutting a hole through the king’s thigh, and the breastfeeding conundrum was solved by the god Indra, who slit his own thumb to feed the child with life-giving nectar. And that’s why babies, born with the memory of their divine ancestors, still suck their thumbs.
Thumbsucker illuminates this legend with the narcotic flower power of narcissus, melding its dirty floral appeal with animalic honey. A vintage violet drifts through a comforting cloud of leathery styrax balsam and candle wax.
An ancient king named Yuvanaswa had great wealth, good fortune and many queens. But no children, which he wanted more than anything. So the sages prepared a magic potion to bestow a mighty son upon whomever drank it, which awkwardly turned out to be the thirsty king, instead of the queens it was intended for. The baby was delivered by cutting a hole through the king’s thigh, and the breastfeeding conundrum was solved by the god Indra, who slit his own thumb to feed the child with life-giving nectar. And that’s why babies, born with the memory of their divine ancestors, still suck their thumbs.
Thumbsucker illuminates this legend with the narcotic flower power of narcissus, melding its dirty floral appeal with animalic honey. A vintage violet drifts through a comforting cloud of leathery styrax balsam and candle wax.