Moth

Moth arrives as a warm spice storm—nutmeg and cumin bristling with black pepper and clove, saffron threading through lemon's sharp edge. The opening burns bright, almost savory. As it settles, a creamy floral bloom emerges: heliotrope's powdery sweetness anchors jasmine and rose, softened by lily-of-the-valley's green whisper. The base unfolds slowly into honeyed depth, vetiver and patchouli grounding the floralcy while oud and guaiac wood add dark, resinous weight. Smoke curls through amber and musk, creating something neither purely spiced nor purely floral—instead, a nocturnal creature caught between worlds, warm skin and cool shadow.