Once upon a meltdown, I was just Melanie Jane — perfumer, scent stylist, and the nose behind more than a few wicked whiffs.
But real life stinks sometimes, so I built the Skankaverse instead: a twisted, sweary fairyland where wings get tangled, pigeons write angry letters, and confidence always smells better than conformity.

Skankabel? She’s more than a foul-mouthed fairy — she’s my inner rebel with tangled wings, a nose for bullshit, and a vendetta against anyone who says we should smell or behave “nice.” She’s your reminder that you can bottle up your drama and wear it proudly — glitter, grime, bin juice and all.

I’ve got a whole series of Skankabel books brewing — each one packed with scandal, satire, and enough stink to make your highlight reel sweat.

Come sniff around. Stay stinky. Stay Skankabel.