A wicked little blend of saffron and jasmine kicks things off like chaos in silk gloves—soft, but with sharp intentions. Then comes the smolder: cedarwood and ambergris, rich and reckless, wrapping around you like a velvet curse. She creeps in soft and unexpecting at first, but before long you're in too deep and can't escape...but you dont want to anyway....
Batshit Crazy doesn’t follow you. It haunts the room long after you’ve left.