floral meets woody

Fragrance Story

AN INVISIBLE FORCE WILLED ME AWAKE. MY EYES FLUTTERED OPEN AND I ROSE TO GREET THE NIGHT.



I CREPT OUTSIDE AND PUSHED OPEN THE GATE. WHITE JASMINE PETALS THAT DANCED ON VINES COCOONED ME AS THEY WEAVED AROUND THE ARC ABOVE AND THE FENCES ALL AROUND. FEET AHEAD, WAVES CRASHED AS THEY MET THE SHORE- PLAYING A RHYTHM MY FEET DARED TO FOLLOW. THE WARM, SALTY BREEZE WRAPPED ME IN A GENTLE EMBRACE, SWAYING ME SIDE TO SIDE. THE MOON ILLUMINATED MY PATH AGAINST THE INKY SKY. IT BECKONED ME TO CONTINUE AND CONDUCT THIS SYMPHONY FOR ONE. I WAS ALONE BUT I WAS NOT LONELY. THAT NIGHT, I BELONGED TO THE WORLD AND THE WORLD BELONGED TO ME.

You're a Nostalgia person if

  • You are sophisticated and sultry (sometimes spicy)
  • You prefer a mojito over vino
  • You love clubbing… if it’s a beach club 
  • You dream of salty, sensual, sun-soaked escapes