Xyrena is a compound of two terms - XY (the male and female chromosomes) and RENA (from the Latin word renascor which means "to be renewed or reborn). It also means “enchanter” in Old Greek. The company is certified 100% vegan and cruelty-free. They refer to themselves as olfactory rebels and welcome their customers to the "future of fragrance".
In 1974, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre made history by setting the standard for the slasher movie genre with its raw, gritty realism. Now, for its 50th anniversary, Xyrena has created its official olfactory incarnation that celebrates the #1 movie on Variety’s list of ’100 Best Horror Movies of All Time‘. It captures the rugged, rustic essence of Texas and Leatherface’s murderous rampage with top notes of southern dewberry and wild bergamot; middle notes of prairie rose, open green fields and smoky chainsaw exhaust; and base notes of worn leather (in the literal sense), dry Texas cedar, honey mesquite wood and dusty dirt road. It is an immersive fragrance that transports you to the sun-scorched, desolate landscape where terror reigned at the hands of the infamous Sawyer family. From their website: The Texas Chainsaw Massacre by Xyrena isn’t just a scent—it’s a sensory experience that brings the horror to life like never before. Who will survive, and what will be left of them? The Texas Chainsaw Massacre is an extrait de parfum.
XYRENA THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE REVIEWS
Xyrena: **"SCENT OF SLAUGHTER: A Fragrance So Bold, It Cuts Deep!"** **“A TEXAS SYMPHONY IN BLOOD AND SMOKE”** This isn’t a fragrance; it’s a goddamn assault on the senses—a high-octane blend of chaos, beauty, and pure adrenaline. The first hit is sharp and wild, a citrus-soaked gut punch of bergamot and dewberry that drags you into the blazing Texas sun. There’s no escape; it pulls you deeper into a field of roses blooming like bloodstains on green grass, laced with the rugged musk of old leather and cedar. It’s the scent of freedom, raw and unforgiving, like speeding down a backroad with no brakes. But the final act is where the madness really sets in. Mesquite wood burns in the distance, its smoke twisting into thick, black plumes of chainsaw exhaust. It’s gritty, visceral, and strangely seductive—a smoldering love letter to violence and vitality. This is not for the timid; it’s for those who crave the rush of danger, the thrill of walking that fine line between beauty and brutality. Spray it on, and you’re not just wearing a scent—you’re wearing a legend.
