Sleeping with Ghosts

Marigold's peppery bite opens into quince's tart, almost meaty sweetness—Sleeping with Ghosts arrives with an unsettling brightness. Leather emerges soft and worn, wrapped around peony's powdery bloom, before vetiver's earthy, slightly smoky roots anchor everything into vanilla's creamy, almost haunted warmth. The fragrance settles into a tender melancholy: dry, intimate, neither floral nor animalic, but caught between them.