Lavender folded into whipped cream. Pear and a little bergamot open the bottle, soft rather than sharp, and within minutes the lavender lands in something sweet: coconut, praline, a spoon of vanilla. The dry-down is clean musk over creamy woods, close to the skin and quiet.
Wears close for the first hour, then eases into a soft sweet trail that stays near the collar. Someone leaning in for a hug will catch it; the room will not.
For slow mornings, cardigans, late trains home, and the last hour of a long dinner. Layer it with Honeybee when the day calls for fruit, or with Vellum to cool the sugar with iris and leather.














