Paris Santorin

Fig leaf opens with a peppery snap—pink pepper and bergamot bright against green, almost herbal freshness. The heart deepens into honeyed fig and soft iris, while immortelle adds a subtle floral warmth that keeps the fruit from turning cloying. Paris Santorin settles into creamy tonka and sandalwood, the base swelling with cashmeran's woody amber, until only warm vanilla-tinged wood and a whisper of that honeyed floral linger on skin.