Bat

Bat opens with a disarming sweetness—ripe banana and fruity brightness tempered by dark earth, as if biting into overripe fruit fallen on wet ground. The heart blooms into fig and tropical depths, a green, resinous swell that turns slightly medicinal with myrrh, grounding the sweetness. As it settles, vetiver and leather emerge, anchoring the composition in something earthy and tactile, while tonka bean and sandalwood wrap around with creamy warmth. There's an animalic musk threading through—feral, alive—that prevents the fragrance from turning precious, keeping it tethered to something raw and nocturnal.