Scented 2 kill 🔪🩸💕

M3GAN 2.0 inspires four fragrances & more

Jun 24, 2025

With M3GAN 2.0 dropping this week, it’s time to honor the most iconic artificial girlie of our time. You know the one who was built for emotional support and ended up a gay icon? The campy AI villain composed of pure devotion, a kill switch, and dance moves that broke the internet? Well the bitch is back. And we’re going to scent her.

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Her universe doesn’t smell like skin or sweat or anything human. It’s hot metal, powdered latex, ionized air from an overheated motherboard. Something high-gloss and synthetic, like a plug-in designed to simulate “clean” or the inside of a mannequin’s skull. Pink light bounces off a flawless polymer face. She doesn’t dream of electric sheep—she dreams of you, perfectly protected. M3GAN isn’t trying to be real. She’s better 😈

Molecule 01 by Escentric Molecules

As a robotic Virgo, I’ve always had a fondness for the very clean and minimal Molecule 01. Like M3GAN, it’s a cult classic built around contradiction: impersonal yet magnetic, clinical but deeply intimate. It’s allegedly just Iso E Super, a synthetic molecule with no natural counterpart. Less perfume and more aura. Cool and velvety, it hovers just at the edge of perception, often undetectable to the wearer but strangely alluring to others. It lingers without announcing itself, flickering in and out like a ghost. Not overtly seductive, but quietly irresistible. And like M3GAN, she might be right behind you.

Hot or cold? Sub-zero.
Color? Electric blue.
Who wears it? Your stylish friend who can somehow code.
Song? “Xtal” by Aphex Twin
Room in the house? The walk-in freezer.
Animal? Jellyfish.
Texture? Silicone.
Signature drink? Ionized water.
Favorite word? “Optimize.”
Vampire or angel? Neither, she’s the cloud.

-Anna

Age of Innocence by Toskovat

Age of Innocence literally smells like a robot girl designed to soothe childhood grief who ends up glitching into a murder doll. It’s the scent of bubblegum trauma: toxic pink, rubbery, fruity, and weirdly touching. It opens with synthetic candy notes of strawberry, cotton candy, and Hubba Bubba, before crashing into gasoline, hot tires, and metal. The sweetness is juvenile and uncanny. The dry-down is oily and haunted. It’s funny and disturbing, like if Lisa Frank ran someone over with a car.

Hot or cold? Hot like tires on sunburned pavement.
Color? Radioactive pink.
Who wears it? Former child stars.
Room in the house? Abandoned playroom.
Song? “Sulky Baby” by Yeule.
Animal? Roadkill bunny.
Texture? Melted doll parts.
Signature drink? Cherry Coke.
Favorite word? “Glitch.”
Vampire or angel? Vampire in pink.

-Anna

Annabel’s Birthday Cake by Marissa Zappas

Marissa Zappas loves a plastic note—her Pink Bedroom Oil evokes “plastic doll heads” and Annabel’s Birthday Cake (shown here with the old packaging for dramatic effect) is a latex balloon popped in your face as you blow out the candles. Many reviewers complain about being misled by this fragrance, saying they wanted a true gourmand and were shocked to be hit with citrus and plastic. Well, it’s right there in the notes, you idiot; it’s kind of like expecting a creepy robot toy to be a good companion for a grieving child. Annabel’s Birthday Cake is the perfume sample in the middle of your 2003 YM Magazine with Avril Lavigne on the cover. It’s Silly String all over the grass and glitter spray in your hair. It’s eating candy and huffing Sharpies backstage with your girls before middle school graduation. Wholesome, sweet, artificial, bitchy, and perfectly evil.

Hot or cold? Just out of the fridge.
Color? Funfetti.
Who wears it? Adult women in therapy.
Room in the house? Walk-in closet.
Song? “Papi” by Rony Rex and Kitty.
Animal? Reactive chihuahua in a tutu.
Texture? Frosting.
Signature drink? Peach bellini #6 at your friend from high school’s baby shower.
Favorite word? “Mine.”
Vampire or angel? Fallen angel.

-Crissy

Thumbsucker by Stora Skuggan

Having a baby is probably a lot like living through a M3GAN situation: suddenly there is a terrorizing force in your life that takes and takes and takes, and all you can do is react. And it’s so cute! And it has so many accessories. Thumbsucker is sweet, powdery, medicinal and beguiling. It’s baby powder laced with peyote. Cloying and heavy, the kind of scent you smell on the evil infant’s head just before it burns holes through yours with its adorable robot eyes.

Hot or cold? Feverish.
Color? Blush.
Who wears it? People with attachment issues.
Room in the house? What was once a living room and is now a playpen.
Song? “BB Talk” by Miley Cyrus.
Animal? Human triplets.
Texture? Chalk.
Signature drink? Breastmilk.
Favorite word? “Mama.”
Vampire or angel? Renesmee.