Category: 100 ML
Paris in 1988. A secret cult of women. Matisse's La Danse. Ritual dancing, whispered sounds, the ecstasy of burning skin. A maddening collision of ice cold pear juice and chili.
Top notes: Pear, Green Pepper, Red Pepper, Lemon.
Heart notes: Iso E Super, Nutmeg Nut, Clove.
Base notes: Cedar, Ambroxan, Oak Moss.
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.
