11 Corso Vittorio Emanuele Milano

Crisp apple hits first, almost tart on the opening breath, before settling into a floral heart where violet and peony bloom soft and powdery. Brazilian orange threads brightness through the florals—a citrus that leans sweet rather than sharp—while sandalwood begins its slow climb beneath. The violet deepens as the composition ages, turning slightly green, earthier, and the orange fades to a whisper. What remains is sandalwood warming against skin, dry and pale, with violet's soapy ghost still clinging faintly to the edges.