Fumerie turque Serge Lutens 2003

Dizzy and sexy. It's honey, but honey itself never smells like this. It's what the heated skin of a loved one smells like, from which drops of bitter honey have just been licked, while an aromatic, tarry tobacco haze wafts in the air. It's so indecently attractive that I can't wear it to work - I always feel like a woman who's just got out of a rumpled bed, and it seems to me that the people around me should think so too. Admittedly, nothing naughty sounded in the compliments yet.
Definitely in the evening, fall/winter.