Svetlana

Cyclamen opens with a peppery, almost mineral brightness that catches the skin immediately. Fig leaf unfolds next—green, slightly bitter, dusty—settling into the honeyed warmth of fresh fig. Iris threads through with a subtle powder and earth that anchors Svetlana's heart. The drydown leans woody and cool: sandalwood and cedar emerge with a quiet larch resin, while musk threads beneath, warm but never sweet, leaving only faint wood smoke and skin-warm vanilla to linger at the wrists.