Manifesto

Blackcurrant explodes with an almost aggressive sweetness, its jammy character cutting through the bergamot like cordial through sparkling water. There's a brief flash of something verdant—the green notes momentarily suggesting crushed leaves—before the fruit steamrollers everything into sticky, purple submission.

Jasmine arrives with its trousers tucked into its socks, determined to maintain some dignity despite the saccharine surroundings. The lily of the valley adds a soapy, metallic facet that creates momentary breathing room, but vanilla and tonka are already creeping in from the wings, sweetening and softening the florals into something altogether more pliant and powdered.

What remains is essentially a vanilla-tonka cloud with the ghost of white flowers haunting its edges. The woods are polite whispers beneath a dominant sweetness that's gone full gourmand—slightly powdery, thoroughly comforting, and unmistakably dessert-adjacent. It clings to skin with a soft, fuzzy persistence that feels almost edible.