Mon Poivre

Bright citron and pink pepper snap open Mon Poivre with an almost electric bite, then violet emerges like powder settling on skin as black pepper deepens the spice into something more serious. Angelica adds a faint herbal whisper beneath the heat. Through the drydown, woody warmth rises—cedar and patchouli leaf ground everything into earthy stillness, while musk softens the edges into a gentle, lingering calm. The pepper threads through from first spray to last, never quite letting go.