Rajasthan

Pink pepper's sharp bite opens into a green, almost medicinal whisper—that's the pigweed—before lemon lifts it skyward. Rajasthan settles into a honeyed warmth where black locust and damask rose bloom powdery and round, softened by mimosa's cotton-candy edge and cassia's faint spice. The base unfolds slowly: amber and labdanum pool into a resinous, almost skin-like amber, steadied by white musk that feels clean and intimate rather than soapy. It reads as a sun-warmed desert garden, caught between sharp green and soft, embracing warmth.