I’d call this one Illicit Citrus, but it’s actually quite safe and polite.
Starts with orange juice and orange blossomy rose that stays inside personal space for an hour, then eases to sheer jasmine musk with some sweet woods until noon.
Pleasant, but very little allure. A good one for a gift exchange–the bottle is lovely.
This song is so pretty and strange–and weirdly apropos. We enjoy sweet scents meant to inspire hunger, yet so much of fashion is biased to the dangerously thin.