MORNING AFTER
Fleeting. Intimate. Impossible to forget.
Still on your skin. Still in their head. One night - endless replay.
captures that untouchable energy: bare skin, low light, and the taste of secrets you’re not quite done with.
It lingers like they did - briefly, barely, just enough to haunt you. The scent stays long after they’ve slipped out the door: on your sheets, on your pulse, on your mind.
Not about forever. Just the moment you can’t stop reliving.
It begins with a soft but charged first impression of violet and warm cardamom - the last look before sunrise, equal parts tenderness and tension.
As the hours unfold, iris and papyrus emerge: airy, intimate, weightless, like fabric falling from bare shoulders.
Then comes the imprint that stays long after they’re gone.
A deep, addictive sillage of musk, leather, amber, cedar and Australian sandalwood - warm, smoky, unforgettable. The quiet echo of something you can still feel.
the pull of temptation just out of reach.
The blur between last night’s chaos and today’s obsession.
A fleeting moment turned signature scent.