A slasher night
In my opinion, if one word had to sum up this perfume, it would be "Uncertainty". Its autumnal and discreet composition evokes the warmth of a campfire in the heart of the forest. One perceives the scent of toasted marshmallows, jokes, reunions among friends, the comfort of a cabin... Yet, beyond this sweetness lies something insidious; an opaque fog, that of a starless night, when the hooting of owls morphs into a latent warning, when the threat seems so real that it is impossible to ignore, without even being able to name it. It is a very specific moment, the one where monsters come to life, where Jason and other slashers suddenly cease to be legends, and where the slightest crack of a twig is enough to trigger a jumpscare...













