White flowers hit with a bang, loads of orange blossom, jasmine and tuberose too, but they’re wild and searching rather than lusty–almost as if escaping their space instead of beckoning one toward it–then they ease back to reveal some fruity citrus for a few hours. There’s nice benzoin on the bottom with some shadowy musk, like watchful guardian cats.

One to immerse in for a day, scent a bath, fill a room–
I’m curious what it does on warm days.

Edit – 6/28/23

In summer weather this has an indolent vibe–the florals less wistful, the animalics more prowling, the labdanum a little more smoky–definitely one for nights, still hovering a soft handspan off the skin at dawn.

I might like it even more than Gardener’s Glove.

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Malika Zarra is a jazz artist from Morocco. This song is my mood today, but check out her album Berber Taxi, too.