Remember the computer room? My family never had a dedicated space for a computer, but my parents placed two desktops in our finished basement, hidden from the rest of the house. When I stayed home sick from school, I would sneak downstairs to play pirated DOS games like Princess Maker 2.

Eventually, those two side-by-side computers filled the small room with a distinct scent—hot metal, dust, and mousepads. Now, Cero, a perfume by agar olfactory, captures that exact aroma.

Cero: A Nostalgic Ode to 1990s Computing

Cero is part of a perfume series that explores ecological collapse through scent. This collection includes fragrances inspired by sentient plastics, the aroma of fresh bread, the musk of mycelium networks, and even the damp earth of a world without humans. But it begins with Cero, designed to evoke the essence of 1999—a time when computers occupied entire rooms rather than pockets.

This era localized knowledge and technology to a single space, creating a sense of nostalgia. It reminds me of DJ Ninajirachi’s album I Love My Computer, which shares a similar cultural touchstone for those slightly older than her. When she sings about a song that sounds like an iPod Touch with a cracked screen, it transports me back to the days of dial-up modems and Angelfire anime fansites.

The Unfiltered Reality of Cero’s Scent

What makes Cero remarkable is its refusal to romanticize the scent of old computers. Wearing it feels like stepping into a dimly lit basement where discovery happens—but the dust note is so strong it often makes me sneeze. It’s as if I’m sticking my head directly into an unopened Dell computer.

The scent is a mix of minerals, electricity, rubber, and plastic. While L’Etat Libre D’Orange’s Ghost In The Shell also attempts to capture computer-like aromas—focusing on metallic notes mixed with latex, silicon, and florals—Cero aims for a purer reflection, avoiding mere nostalgic gestures.

The Comforting Persistence of Computer Room Smells

The most intense aspects of Cero, particularly the mousepad scent, fade throughout the day. However, the lingering aroma of metal and dust clings to the skin, eventually becoming comforting. To me, the smell of a computer room is hopeful—it’s the scent of childhood, of possibility, of a time when using a computer wasn’t a necessity controlled by a ruling class.

Cero is also the first scent in agar olfactory’s cycle of complete human extinction. Perhaps I love wearing it as both a nostalgic reminder and a subtle warning.

Source: Aftermath