Bodies brush past each other, tempting, touching, with reckless abandon, in the buzz of an electric club. The unrestrained exhilaration of a party that doesn’t know when to end. Deep into the night, as the decibels increase, inhibitions decrease.
This wild deluge of sounds and scents spills into the early hours. A head-turning scent of euphoria. Aromatic leather bursts with wormwood, the plant of madness. The adrenaline of the body and the chemistry of the skin are echoed in the feverish heat of narcissus, the patchouli ‘heart’ and a supple, addictive leather accord.
