Tresor

Eyes closed, you inhale tendrils of exquisite intoxicant smoke that pulsate forth from scared incense embers as if carried by coiling zephyrs from the wings of earthbound seraphim. The ocean is near, breaking as liquid crystal on the rocky seashore;...

Finally giving Army of Lovers from LM Parfums a proper go and….wow. Oozing with animalic honeylust and bound in black leather. Crimson velvet petals luxuriating in their deluge of precious essences, adorned with aureate radiance of warm desert...