Pulp

Cardamom and bergamot crack open like fresh fruit split at dawn, black currant bleeding into the gap. The heart softens into red apple's crisp flesh and fig's jammy depth, while tiare flower adds a creamy, almost floral hum. As it settles, praline brings a subtle nuttiness and warmth, cedar lends dry structure, and peach blossom drifts in with a powdery sweetness—the whole composition finally resting on that woody-nutty foundation, skin smelling of candied stone fruit and warm spice.