Category: 100 ML
Paris em 1988. Um culto secreto de mulheres. La Danse, de Matisse. Danças rituais, sons sussurrados, o êxtase da pele a arder. Um choque enlouquecedor entre sumo de pêra gelado e malagueta.
Notas de topo: Pêra, Pimenta Verde, Pimenta Vermelha, Limão.
Notas de coração: Iso E Super, Noz-moscada, Cravo.
Notas de fundo: Cedro, Ambroxan, Musgo de Carvalho.
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.
