CHERRY FIESTA
CITRUS. FLORAL. SWEETCHERRY FIESTA is effortless temptation. Equal parts It-girl chaos and old-money glow. She’s fresh from the ocean, hair still wet, throwing glances over her shoulder like it’s nothing. But it’s everything.
HAZE
SMOKY. WOODY. SWEETHAZE moves differently. Soft silk over skin, glass in hand, half-lidded eyes that never look rushed. They speak slow. Walk slower. They know exactly who they are.
HIS | HER - 100ML
SPICY. WOODY. FRESHHER|HIS is clean skin and dirty thoughts, a white T-shirt with nothing underneath, the scent you wear when you don’t want to be labelled, just desired.
OCEAN EYES - 100ML
CITRUSY. SALTY. FRESHOCEAN EYES is all restraint. Cool hands, soft linen, and a pulse you never see coming.
CHEMICAL ADDICTION - 100ML
FLORAL. WOODY. MUSKChain around your neck. Skin on fire. A craving that never cools down. They’re the one your body remembers before your mind catches up. CHEMICAL ADDICTION is magnetic chaos. Fluid, electric, impossible to predict.
ELECTRIC SOUL
FLORAL. MUSK. SPICE.ELECTRIC SOUL is sweaty skin under neon lights, a flash of silver on the dance floor. It’s the scent of risk and recklessness.
