Helena1411

Just cinnamon and Moroccan rose ... Peach juice flows like nectar over your gray mind, a little balm for your maltreated soul, whose bittersweet tears are absorbed by the spicy plum haze and carried away to distant lands where the sun rises...

It is a cacophony of smells. Molecular ones, mind you. Which, according to the company, are supposed to unfold individually on the skin of the wearer. And thus also individually create a fragrance that reflects the Scandinavian attitude to life. Sounds...