My Burning Secret

The opening snaps bright—Amalfi lemon and bergamot cut through a saline, ozonic breeze that tastes like salt spray on warm skin. As it settles, green notes and lavender emerge, a cool herbal whisper threading through geranium's peppery floral warmth. The base arrives gradual and complex: amber and tonka bean grow honeyed and soft, while vetiver roots the sweetness in dry earth. Clove and pine needle sharpen the amber's glow, musk wraps it all in a second skin, until warm spice and resinous wood fade to a whisper of vanilla and vetiver on the wrists.