Dans Ma Bulle de Fleurs

Crisp pear and bright litchi burst through green apple snap, while rose and mandarin unfold like petals catching morning dew. Dans Ma Bulle de Fleurs settles into a luminous heart where freesia and peony drift alongside lotus and honeyed sweetness, all grounded by soft cashmirwood and musk that linger as a skin-close whisper of amber. The whole arc feels enclosed in something tender and slightly powdery—less a garden, more a moment held close.