Like an exhalation from a world where everything is mysterious, you float in the cloud that you create. The melody of curves. Each step brings you closer to the kiss that enshrouds your sunlit body. Desire is an imposture, an excuse to drown in your exquisite peasure. The present flows like velvet from an insouciant reverie.
Notes: vanilla, musk, cinnamon, saffron, ambergris, clove, cubèbe pepper, ginger, mace, sugar and mucilage with rose water.