Helena1411

Just cinnamon and Moroccan rose … Meanwhile, peach juice flows like nectar over your gray mood, a little balm for your battered soul, whose bittersweet tears are soaked up and carried away by the spicy plum mist, to distant lands where...

It is a cacophony of scents. The molecular, mind you. Which, allegedly, as conceived by the house, is supposed to unfold individually on the skin of the respective wearer. And thus also create a fragrance that reflects the Scandinavian way of life...