ANGELS DUST

In a dusty boudoir of bygone times, a mistress is putting on lipstick, while waiting for her lover to arrive.
Face powder is floating in the air, mixed with the smell of roses and the woody effusion of the boiserie.  The innocence of powdery musks blends with the decadence of sensual balsamic notes.

black pepper, mimosa, rose, iris, musk, sandalwood, tolu balsam, benjoin, vanilla.