Pure Narcotic

Fig leaf's green bite opens alongside cardamom's warm spice and bergamot's citrus snap, shot through with the narcotic sweetness of datura. Jasmine and Moroccan rose bloom into that herbal structure, deepened by osmanthus's honeyed stone-fruit whisper and mate's bitter earthiness. Amber and musk emerge beneath, softening into tonka bean's creamy warmth and sandalwood's pale woodiness, while benzoin adds a resinous hold as bourbon vanilla settles into the drydown—creamy, faintly powdered, clinging to skin like heated almond milk.