Festin

Intensely powerful, deliberately excessive, Festin is the scent of one who dares.
We do not know where he comes from; we only sense that he has nothing to lose. The lingering trail of a moment when chaos becomes beauty, when the smoke of glowing embers meets the opulence of the rarest essences.
Festin. The fragrance for those who live as if there were no tomorrow.

Rome burns. The feast goes on.
Outside, flames devour the city. But inside Nero’s palace, time has stood still: the feast overflows, and the emperor himself casts precious essences upon the guests’ heated bodies. Gold and sensuality will dance until dawn.
Festin opens with the dark flesh of blackberry, stirred by a truffle accord and a saline touch of caviar. At the heart, shagreen leather stretches like a precious hide. Then the base ignites: deep, animalic oud entwines with ambergris.