How many times have you let yourself be taken by surprise and found yourself enticed by a fragrance wafting from a café terrace, captivated by scent of a secret garden — or perhaps beguiled by an unforgettable perfume worn by a stranger in a crowd? And how many times have you secretly wished to be that anonymous stranger who captivates merely by virtue of a perfume?
Like perfectly formed exotic dancers, frangipani flowers engage in an elaborate, spellbinding choreography. As the enchantment takes hold, a plume of traditional chai tea perfects the charm. Ginger and cardamom set ablaze an irresistible cloud of milky, gourmand notes.
A spell in the guise of a perfume that murmurs Remember Me.
How many times have you let yourself be taken by surprise and found yourself enticed by a fragrance wafting from a café terrace, captivated by scent of a secret garden — or perhaps beguiled by an unforgettable perfume worn by a stranger in a crowd? And how many times have you secretly wished to be that anonymous stranger who captivates merely by virtue of a perfume?
Like perfectly formed exotic dancers, frangipani flowers engage in an elaborate, spellbinding choreography. As the enchantment takes hold, a plume of traditional chai tea perfects the charm. Ginger and cardamom set ablaze an irresistible cloud of milky, gourmand notes.
A spell in the guise of a perfume that murmurs Remember Me.