Truth

A vegetal bite of bamboo slices through the humidity, grounded immediately by the crisp, green snap of clover and lemon. It bypasses the traditional weight of orientals, leaning instead into a dew-drenched floral heart of lily and peony. As the scent settles, a unexpected tartness from blackberry softens the woodier base of sandalwood and earthy vetiver. It is an understated, skin-hugging presence, lingering quietly with a faint trail of silkwood blossom and amber that carries through the afternoon without becoming heavy.