Bergamot, then suede and a cool iris powder over warm amber and tonka. For walking into the room that matters, sure of yourself without a word.
It opens with bergamot, crisp as the air sixty floors up at dusk. Then suede and OrrisFusion, a captive iris, cool and powdery as a kid glove.
By midnight it is warm amber and tonka, unhurried, the calm of a night that is already going well. You arrive as the most settled person in the room.
Top: Bergamot and pink pepper, cool and sparkling; cardamom and nutmeg, warm spice ground fine; a metallic accord, the chill of a brass rail sixty floors up.
Heart: OrrisFusion, our captive iris, powdery as a kid glove; saffron, a gold thread of warmth; geranium, rosy and green; suede, smooth as an Italian driving glove.
Base: Amber, tonka bean and vanilla, a slow golden warmth; patchouli and sandalwood, dry wood turning creamy; musk, close as skin under a cashmere collar at midnight.
