You don’t know me yet, but I know you won’t be able to do without me. Every second, every minute, I will be your obsession. I am not picked, I am not captured. I come over by myself.” Like an elusive lover, the Bulgarian rose which crowns this composition appears to be unpredictable at the beginning, magnetic and bewitching thereafter. Every instant is here impregnated with its power, although it can neither be tamed and may only be contemplated.

Pink pepper and blue chamomile enliven the composition with their spicy accents. The styrax and the oud enrich it with an animalic, feline sensuality. A rose that has nothing in common with the others, both attracting the power of woods and balsams and the voluptuousness of the most sought-after musks, pulsating at the same rhythm as the skin.