something about wearing a scent and not recognizing yourself. in a good way.

Honey and rose and oud and tobacco - all in one collection, all asking something different of you. I kept coming back to it because I couldn't decide which version of myself I was reaching for.

warm. quiet. a little much.

Oriental and gourmand and woody all at once, but it doesn't feel like it's trying. It settles into something warmer after a few minutes. The kind of scent that reads differently in a cold room versus a warm one.

Citrus and sea notes and something almost green underneath. It's the one I didn't expect to like. Worn it three times now and it still feels like the first hour of somewhere new.

Amber and tobacco and something chypre underneath - it reads older than it is. The dry-down is slow and worth waiting for. I don't know. maybe it's the tobacco, but it always feels like early evening even at noon