Tart sour cherry and golden saffron collide in an opening that is vivid, deliberate, and slightly dangerous. Cherry Inferno does not ease you in. It arrives with intent and makes no apologies.
The heart reveals a captivating duality. Osmanthus blooms with its strange beauty of apricot and leather, warmed by the velvety richness of actual apricot and grounded by a whisper of olive. Something ancient and deeply sensual unfolds here, unhurried and completely self-assured.
Then the smoke arrives. Nagarmotha rises from the base with dark, woody intensity, wrapping around the cherry and pulling everything into a smouldering, unforgettable trail that clings to the skin for hours.
Cherry Inferno. For those who understand that the most captivating things always carry a little heat.