From the first moment, you feel a warm, spicy caress: cinnamon opens like a fiery breath, while a powdery veil softens the contours and prepares the ground for what's to come. Then the heart explodes without warning. Tuberose, opulent and luminous, emerges soaked in honey, and dialogues with a carnal osmanthus, which brings with it nuances of ripe peach and an irresistible leathery edge. It's a contrast that seduces, captivates, and takes no prisoners.
As the fragrance settles, it becomes pure magnetic intensity: the musks become wild, the vanilla transforms into a hypnotic and enveloping caress, and together they leave a trail that remains imprinted in the memory long after it has settled on the skin.
More than an extrait, it's a declaration of intent: a sensual tale, simultaneously luminous and shadowy, that intertwines with the wearer and amplifies their charisma. An olfactory poem that isn't just to be felt—it wants to be experienced.
From the first moment, you feel a warm, spicy caress: cinnamon opens like a fiery breath, while a powdery veil softens the contours and prepares the ground for what's to come. Then the heart explodes without warning. Tuberose, opulent and luminous, emerges soaked in honey, and dialogues with a carnal osmanthus, which brings with it nuances of ripe peach and an irresistible leathery edge. It's a contrast that seduces, captivates, and takes no prisoners.
As the fragrance settles, it becomes pure magnetic intensity: the musks become wild, the vanilla transforms into a hypnotic and enveloping caress, and together they leave a trail that remains imprinted in the memory long after it has settled on the skin.
More than an extrait, it's a declaration of intent: a sensual tale, simultaneously luminous and shadowy, that intertwines with the wearer and amplifies their charisma. An olfactory poem that isn't just to be felt—it wants to be experienced.