New York

Crisp apple and bergamot snap open like the first sip of a Cosmopolitan—tart, bright, intoxicating. New York unfolds into violet and iris, softened by a whisper of pimento's warm spice, before settling into a soft, almost edible sweetness: cotton candy dissolves against patchouli's earthy grip and pale woods. The fragrance hovers between candy-store nostalgia and sophisticated restraint, never quite landing in either—a contradiction that feels alive on skin.