Whispers of Dusk and Silk
EXTRAIT DE PARFUM
The thrill isn't in having, it's in wanting.
Theaspirane and black pepper open hazy and teasing, like a
promise you know won't land, an olfactory metaphor for
anticipation's exquisite fraud.
The drydown? A slow burn of sweet tobacco and salted musk,
bruised by patchouli. Tense, sensual, undone, a reminder:
This is the rush before the crash.
This is the rush
before the crash.