Bitter Peach

The peach hits immediately—saturated, almost obscenely ripe, bolstered by blood orange's sharp citric tang and cardamom's resinous warmth. Heliotrope emerges quickly, lending that powdery, marzipan-like sweetness that makes the fruit accord feel simultaneously edible and abstract. It's unabashedly loud, announcing itself with the confidence of someone who's never questioned their right to dominate a room.

As the opening fruit recedes slightly, rum and cognac notes surface, creating an amber-toned booziness that transforms the composition from fruit bowl to cocktail bar. Davana's winey, slightly fermented character intensifies the impression of peaches steeped in spirits, whilst jasmine threads through with indolic whispers. The sweetness remains insistent but gains complexity, the interplay between sticky fruit, alcohol warmth, and floral opacity creating something genuinely hedonistic.

The final hours settle into familiar Private Blend comfort—sandalwood and benzoin forming a creamy, resinous foundation whilst vanilla and tonka wrap everything in their plush embrace. Cashmeran provides a soft woody-musky glow that feels more like an expensive cashmere throw than actual wood. The peach becomes a memory, a suggestion of fruit preserved in amber-hued resins, sweet but no longer explicit.