Fico

Green fig leaf cracks open with a whisper of rose, immediately cool and slightly bitter—the smell of breaking skin on fresh fruit. Iris softens into the heart as woody amber and white peach emerge with an aqueous quality, like moisture clinging to stone. Tuberose arrives gradually, creamy and heady, anchored by warm musk that grows softer and more intimate as the composition settles, finally drying to a skin-warm amber with a last faint bloom of floral powder.