Constantinople

Constantinople unfolds with a peppery, herbal opening—lavender and pink pepper bright against geranium's green spice. The heart pivots toward raw, mineral earth; concrete and cypriol bring an austere, almost leather-skinned texture while rose softens the edges with waxy warmth. As it settles, moss and patchouli ground it in damp forest floor, vanilla threading through with creamy restraint—less sweetness than anchoring amber.