Don’t say nobody warned you.
You must’ve noticed how it warms you, melts you, tempts you.
You must’ve known that the time for surrender was coming.
It sweeps you up with zesty bergamot freshness. Then, soft gusts of air that caress you like cashmere. After that, sharp halftones of sunset reds and purples join the symphony. A sweet invitation to close your eyes.
Here, purity begs for indulgence. There is no time to say that nobody warned you.
“…a scent which invites you to sin.”