Press your lips to the inside of a wrist that smells better than any perfume should—luminous, alive, impossible to name. This radically transparent fragrance opens with a sparkling collision of crushed lychee and dewy bergamot, lifted by the crisp bite of green pear and a fleeting shimmer of peach skin so real you almost taste it.
Something shifts as the fruit dissolves. Jasmine petals and airy peony emerge not as flowers but as impressions of flowers—diaphanous, barely-there, hovering just above skin like heat rising from asphalt after rain. Ambroxan floods the composition with its velvety mineral warmth, fusing with abstract musks and a whisper of hedione until you can no longer tell where the fragrance ends and your own skin begins.
What remains is the point entirely: a base of Iso E Super and moss absolute pulses in and out of perception—present one moment, vanished the next, then back again when someone leans close. Clean yet carnal. Familiar yet unplaceable. This is a fragrance engineered to make people ask what you're wearing, then refuse to believe the answer. The most addictive scent is the one you almost can't smell.
Concentration: 15% (Eau de Parfum) in a 50 ml spray bottle