Cancer

Cancer opens with a crisp bite of mint and tart green apple, sharpening the senses like ice water on skin. The heart softens into honeyed black locust blooms caught with warm spice and geranium's peppery green, a moment of floral restraint before amber and musk emerge from below, anchoring everything in skin-warm sweetness. Iris threads through the drydown, its dusty, rooted quality gradually overwhelming the florals until only amber-musk and faint iris powder settle into the warmth of the body.