She’s soft, but not safe. Sweet, but never simple. POETIC DANCE is a quiet reckoning. A fragrance that lingers like a half-remembered dream. She is addictive without trying. A little undone. Utterly unforgettable. Powdered skin. Warm sugar. A contradiction you can’t stop thinking about.

She’s soft, but not safe. Sweet, but never simple. POETIC DANCE is a quiet reckoning. A fragrance that lingers like a half-remembered dream. She is addictive without trying. A little undone. Utterly unforgettable. Powdered skin. Warm sugar. A contradiction you can’t stop thinking about.

She’s soft, but not safe. Sweet, but never simple. POETIC DANCE is a quiet reckoning. A fragrance that lingers like a half-remembered dream. She is addictive without trying. A little undone. Utterly unforgettable. Powdered skin. Warm sugar. A contradiction you can’t stop thinking about.

She’s soft, but not safe. Sweet, but never simple. POETIC DANCE is a quiet reckoning. A fragrance that lingers like a half-remembered dream. She is addictive without trying. A little undone. Utterly unforgettable. Powdered skin. Warm sugar. A contradiction you can’t stop thinking about.

Two Scents. Two Selves. One connection. OCEAN EYES and CHEMICAL ADDICTION exist in contrast, just like the selves you move between.

NOMAD is the one you notice before you know why. Bare skin under black silk, scent of amber, wood & floral. Eyes that never explain.

One scent that brings you close. Twelve that let you wander. Not about matching. About exploration. About finding your selves, together and apart.

Still on your skin. Still in their head. One night. Endless replay. MORNING AFTER is that untouchable energy. Bare skin, low light, the taste of secrets still on your tongue.