Scarlet Noir

I put this on before dinner and caught myself smelling my wrist all night. It opens with strawberries—real ones, then melts into cookie dough that’s buttery like licking the spoon when no one’s looking.
There’s a soft warmth underneath that makes it sit close to the body, so it feels private, like a secret leaning against your neck.
It's the kind of scent you notice when you move, when heat rises, when someone gets close enough to borrow your jacket. Lasts beautifully—6 hours on skin, then whiffs on fabric.
I’ve worn it on lazy Sundays and late-out Fridays; same effect: people don’t name the notes, they just linger.
Dessert, yes—but the kind you share in whispers.