Anonymity Filigree & Shadow

The immediate burst of Granny Smith and blackcurrant arrives with almost startling clarity, tart and green against the bergamot's citric effervescence. The grapefruit adds a slightly resinous edge that prevents the fruit from becoming jammy or pedestrian, establishing an unexpectedly fresh, almost crisp temperament.

As the fruit accord gradually recedes, the magnolia assumes centre stage—creamy, almost lactonic—whilst jasmine's darker animalic facets creep in, balanced by lily of the valley's peppery zest and gardenia's honeyed opacity. The neroli provides fleeting brightness, a last gasp of freshness before the composition settles into powdery, almost luminous warmth; the accords become less distinct, melding into a softly blurred watercolour.

What remains is barely there—a faint ambergris sweetness, greyed and understated, clinging to skin with a gossamer touch that dissipates within hours rather than lingering into the evening. The fragrance becomes almost olfactory memory, a ghost of itself, as though Roucel deliberately engineered its own disappearance.