Cantaride

Cantaride opens with a briny, almost mineral pop—caviar's salt-bright burst cutting through angelica's herbal green. Leather and benzoin emerge as it settles, warm and slightly smoky, wrapping around the brightness like worn suede touched by resin. The base anchors everything in soft musk and earthy patchouli, vanilla threading through to temper the leather's edge. Skin-close and intimate, never sharp.