NOSTRILDAMUS
Born in the red, trampled dirt of the bush doof. The little kit that keeps you breathing from the first bass drop to sunrise. Keeps your nose clean, your head clear, and your business entirely your own.
“The clouded shall breathe,
and the night shall be long.”
The kit that earned cult status
The main event. Pocket-sized, drug-free, quietly legendary.
- Saline nasal sprayThe Oracle
- Nasal widening stripsThe Parting
- Prophecy cardThe Scroll
- Die-cut nose stickerThe Mark
Saline nasal spray
Clears the dust, the dryness and whatever else the night threw at you.
Nasal widening strips
Opens you right up so you can breathe through the big moments.
Prophecy card
Your fortune for the weekend, foretold. Three to collect.
Die-cut nose sticker
For your bottle, your phone, your Esky. Wear the nose.
Festivals are brutal on the body
Dust, smoke machines, dry air and no sleep.
Three days in the dust with the rig blasting, the smoke machines pumping and the sun doing its worst takes a toll. Your nose dries out and clogs, your eyes sting from the haze, your lips crack and the late nights catch up fast. None of it has to wreck your weekend. A little upkeep goes a long way, and the kit is built for exactly these conditions.
Before you’re thirsty, not after. Then have some more.
Clear your nose and eyes when the haze and dust build up.
Step out of the crowd, find shade, rest your ears and legs.
Check in on each other. Everyone gets home.
More in the range
Singles to stack on your kit.
Card the First
Foretold for thee.
When the sunne hath sunk, and the bass doth quake,
And dust ariseth from the trampled ground,
Feare not, O pilgrim, for thy nose’s sake:
Two clearer lines shall keepe thy passage sound.
Hark. The starres have spoken and the nose hath confirmed it. Thy weekend shall be most excellent. Drinke thy water. Mind thy mates. Breathe the future.