Moss

Floral with a dash of pepper. We bottled a power suit. Smells like hitting the pavement running. Feels like fingerprints on the glass ceiling.

Powdery scents of Jasmine Sambac and Moss evoke the sense of possibilities in the night. Sometimes, the anticipation is the lure and she wears it like a scent.

If the mood of a beachfront golden hour could ever be captured, it would drown itself in sugar daddy. Tangerine dances with bergamot in this cashmere, jasmin and patchouli based potion. Strong enough to seduce any spirit that dares to cross your path. Made especially for the 1% who see the world as their oyster.

A chypre, floral fragrance. Sensual & exotic.
After all the paparazzi’s flashes stop, shoulders drop, heels kick off. Saffron and Amber mixed with rose comes from somewhere, and you go for it—to the dark, past the end of the runway into the beginning of the real Milan.

Top Notes: Saffron, Blackcurrant
Middle Notes: Rose, Jasmine, Ambergris
Base Notes: Moss, Dry Amber, Maltol, Musk, Cedar

It was very warm in the Prado Museum that afternoon. "The Garden of Delights", painted in 1503 by Hieronymus Bosch, intrigues everyone who comes to see it, including you. Suddenly, you hear the sound of a glass that someone dropped. It leaves behind a light, fresh scent: a harmony of lemon, bergamot, mandarin, petitgrain and lavender quenches your thirst, the base notes of cypress, patchouli and oak moss delight you.

It's 3AM after the after party. There's no need for sleep when the snap of the snare and beat of the bass energize your spirit. Yet again, from sunset until dawn, you rock on and on and on... I’m daring, unapologetically outspoken and against status quos. A free spirit, who chooses to rock my own world rather than settle quietly in anyone else's. A Punk, rewriting the narrative and kicking dirt on outside validation. A Star, living famously for simply being me versus everything people claim I should be. I'm rich and juicy, saffron-tinged and peppery. Incense smoldered, wrapped in black leather. Loud like the music I love.

SERENE. SACRED. ANCIENT. Inspired by Chiaki Nomura’s heritage and one of Japan's most treasured gems, this incredible creation is an expression of her favorite ingredient Hinoki.

The rose of course, but a black one! It starts with the fresh, humid drops of dew at dawn; it blooms at noon, full of color, drenched with sun, almost intoxicating if it was not for the breezy air that always refreshes it. But there is always more… Its complexion reveals a dark facet, an invitation to forbidden sensuality, with woods, moss and a touch of amber. Proud and sinful.