Psychoanalysis

Petitgrain and neroli open with a crisp, almost citric brightness—clean air threaded with green herbal snap. The heart softens into something more introspective: tobacco blossom arrives as a dusty, almost powdered sweetness before tobacco leaf itself deepens the picture, turning contemplative and slightly smoky. Leather settles beneath, warm and worn like an old armchair in a quiet room. Psychoanalysis unfolds less as fragrance and more as presence—something that invites you inward rather than outward.