Category: 100 ML
París, 1988. Un culto secreto de mujeres. La Danza de Matisse. Bailes rituales, susurros, el éxtasis de la piel ardiente. Una colisión enloquecedora de jugo de pera helado y chile.
Notas de salida: Pera, Pimienta verde, Pimienta roja, Limón.
Notas de corazón: Iso E Super, Nuez moscada, Clavo.
Notas de fondo: Cedro, Ambroxan, Musgo de roble.
Smells cold and then hot, like someone poured pear juice over a fresh chili burn. I sprayed some on my wrist before bed and could still catch the weird, beautiful contrast hours later—exactly the madness the description promises.
That icy pear opening is so sharp it almost stings, then the chili warms up underneath like a slow burn on skin. I keep catching myself mid-sentence just to sniff my wrist again; it's genuinely unlike anything else I own.
The chili heat creeps up slowly while that icy pear stays crisp underneath—it’s genuinely disorienting in the best way. I dabbed it on my wrists before bed and could still catch faint whispers of it hours later.
