Jane Eyre

Jane Eyre arrives with a pale floral whisper—delicate snowdrops and orchid opening like breath on cold glass. The heart unfolds into jasmine's creamy warmth threaded with forget-me-not's subtle, almost powdery tenderness, a quiet intimacy that lingers on skin. Beneath settles a soft bed of sandalwood and vanilla, creamy and grounding, where the fragrance becomes a second skin—neither sweet nor austere, but steadfastly present.