Vanille Tropicale
It smells like the pause before the night actually beggings. Like kissing someone with sea salt on their lips. Like skin after the sun goes down. Like everything tastes sweeter after dark.
how it wear
Warm. Glazed. Kissed by fruit and fading sun. The sweetness is never sharp. Just a slow drip of heat that clings to the collarbone. It hums low: tropical, but nocturnal. Sweet, but never innocent. By the time it dries down, it doesn’t smell like perfume anymore.
It smells like you.
After.
