

Details matter. The soft flicker of candlelight šÆ, the way silk feels against bare skin, the scent that lingers in the air long after Iāve left the room. I donāt just liveāI curate an experience.ā Thatās why Iām obsessed with mastering the things that make life feel expensive. The kind of indulgences that arenāt for everyoneāonly for those who know how to appreciate themšā Iāve tried it all. Painting? A slow burn of patience and precision. Art exhibitions? Hours lost in beauty and inspiration. But if thereās one thing that truly felt like magic? Perfume-making. ā Picture this: a table lined with hundreds of glass bottles, each holding something rare, something intoxicating. Some crisp and fresh, like a sharp inhale of morning air. Others warm and deep, like fingers grazing bare skin in the dark.And then there are those dangerously addictive scentsāmusky, spicy, impossible to forget šā I didnāt just mix fragrances. I created a statement. A scent that walks in before I do, that lingers after Iām gone.ā The final result? Warm, hypnotic, with just enough bite. A little sweet, a little boldāexactly like meš„ā Now tell meāif you could bottle up your essence, what would it smell like? š