Top Notes 
Rosewood
Citron zest
Carrot
Heart Notes 
Iris
Neroli
Champaca flower
Base Notes 
Peach skin
Suede
Ambergris
Immortelle04/09/2025
waywardscent
3 Reviews
waywardscent
1
Its ghost still haunts me
This was my signature scent before it was ripped from the shelves and banished to discontinued heaven. I desperately wish I could find a bottle.
At first spray it’s weird, I thought I would hate it. It was very medicinal. Like you just cracked open an old wooden apothecary chest that's hoarded decades of herbal syrups, tinctures, and god knows what. It smells like it knows something you don’t.
Then....magic. After about 30 minutes, it transforms. That stern, medicinal facade softens into something warm, woody, and floral in the most unexpected way. It isn't loud, but it lingers. Like the kind of presence that enters a room and makes everyone instinctively straighten up.
And don't get me started on the dry down.
Picture this: You’re wrapped in a buttery cashmere sweater, one your cat’s claimed as their throne, and there’s a whisper....just a ghost, of a perfume you wore weeks ago that somehow still clings on like a secret. That’s the vibe. Amber-honeyed, softly spiced, emotionally nostalgic.
It wasn’t just a perfume. It was an aura. A mood. A low-key flex.
The only other time I’ve been complimented on my scent was with Clinique Happy, when I was 20 and thought glitter eyeshadow was a personality trait.
This one, though? This was grown-up magic.
Perfume may fade, but obsession is forever.
At first spray it’s weird, I thought I would hate it. It was very medicinal. Like you just cracked open an old wooden apothecary chest that's hoarded decades of herbal syrups, tinctures, and god knows what. It smells like it knows something you don’t.
Then....magic. After about 30 minutes, it transforms. That stern, medicinal facade softens into something warm, woody, and floral in the most unexpected way. It isn't loud, but it lingers. Like the kind of presence that enters a room and makes everyone instinctively straighten up.
And don't get me started on the dry down.
Picture this: You’re wrapped in a buttery cashmere sweater, one your cat’s claimed as their throne, and there’s a whisper....just a ghost, of a perfume you wore weeks ago that somehow still clings on like a secret. That’s the vibe. Amber-honeyed, softly spiced, emotionally nostalgic.
It wasn’t just a perfume. It was an aura. A mood. A low-key flex.
The only other time I’ve been complimented on my scent was with Clinique Happy, when I was 20 and thought glitter eyeshadow was a personality trait.
This one, though? This was grown-up magic.
Perfume may fade, but obsession is forever.
