Heartless Helen

Mandarin splits open with bright, almost tangy citrus, immediately warming toward something heavier—tuberose unfolds thick and almost indolic, creamy yet slightly soapy, demanding the room's attention. Heartless Helen settles into a woody drydown where that floral richness thins against dry cedar and amber, the mandarin fading to a whisper of its former brightness, leaving only warm wood and a faint ghost of tuberose's narcotic sweetness against skin.