Heat

There's that rush you think you can master. A heat that takes the palate first, then the whole body, until you ask for more. Heat bottles this addiction to warmth — the precise moment the burn stops being an ordeal and becomes a craving.

Composed by master perfumer Olivier Cresp, the fragrance opens on an incandescent red chilli. Lemon and coriander seed electrify it with a fresh, biting edge — no softness, no preamble.

At the heart, ginger fans the heat while cardamom and juniper berry aerate it with an almost crystalline precision. In the base, dry cedar structures and anchors the composition; ambroxan extends the warmth with a resinous depth, and musk seals the sillage against the skin.

Woody, spicy and frankly addictive, Heat is for those who never get enough heat — a trail that vibrates long after the first breath.