Midnight Poison for women

Scent story

Mandarin and bergamot flash once, bright as a struck match — and then it's gone, swallowed by rose. A dark, velvet rose, the kind left on a grave at midnight, sinking into patchouli, amber, and vanilla. To me it smells like a masquerade ball after everyone interesting has left, perfume and secrets in the empty hall. Gorgeous, gothic, and not remotely casual. Not for beginners — sample it on skin first.

⚠ Not for beginners