Malificent

I was 17 or 18 - somewhere between lipstick from the department store and my first great freedom. The packaging? Deep blue, shimmering like a promise in the night. And then came this fragrance...

Sometimes, like old, familiar dreams, scents carry us back to places we've never quite left. Bourbon vanilla is one such fragrance. It opens with a soft, almost caressing almond-orange blossom...