A fruity floral drowned in a cloud of fluffy musk, but listen for the approaching night through the stained-glass sunset hues of mandarin, warmed by the cinnamon roundness of myrrh, drunk on the dusk-blooming, indolic jasmine. A slight camphorated hint betrays a traipsing tuberose tossing her green flash. Chinese osmanthus, with its juicy apricot sweetness, its texture of ecru, is offset by the clove-y warmth of carnation and the milky lushness of almonds. A touch of lily adds obscurity, melding into the woody, creamy sandalwood base drowned in honey. Innocent? By deception only, as carnal whispers beckon towards the lure of dust, then darkness.
Promiscuous
