Angie

Angie opens with the green-skinned sweetness of fresh fig nectar and crisp leaf—a damp garden moment that feels almost edible. As it settles, a woody center of Virginia cedar and sandalwood emerges, grounded by hawthorn's subtle floral bite. The base unfolds into warm amber and soft musk, vanilla pooling underneath like cream in coffee, turning the whole thing gentle and skin-close by the drydown. It's neither bright nor dark—a quietly luxurious middle ground where fruit, wood, and warmth breathe together.