Black heart

Late on the way home from work, I often wondered about the fragrant and unique scent wafting from beyond the always-closed door. I told myself it was purely out of professional curiosity as a perfumer. I convinced myself that even stepping inside when I saw the lights on was nothing more than professional interest. But… was it really just professional curiosity? I can’t help but be intrigued by the rich scent of dark intentions lingering in the air as I draw closer.