God Is A Woman

Pear opens crisp and luminous, almost bite-sharp against a whisper of ambrette's soft, skin-like warmth. Turkish rose blooms into that brightness, tender and slightly powdered by orris, creating a faintly creamy heart that never tips sweet. The base settles into Madagascar vanilla and sandalwood—vanilla neither gourmand nor austere, but honeyed and close to skin, anchored by sandalwood's gentle woody grain until warmth and pale floral dust are all that remain.