Daring Darling

Black currant bursts open tart and dark, a sharp berry snap that catches light like wet pavement after rain. The pulse settles into lavender's herbal whisper, softened by rose's gentle fold—a moment of calm clarity before musk rises underneath, warm and skin-close, deepening the dry florals into something intimate. What remains is the musk's pale heat, barely-there softness threading through fading lavender.