UNHOLY PARFUM

The room is warm, lit only by the low glow of a single candle. Shadows curve along the walls as something sweeter stirs in the air. Vanilla, spiced and decadent, curls like a secret against bare skin. Honey drips slow and thick, threaded with heat, a temptation meant to linger on the tongue. Tonka bean smolders beneath it all — velvety, dark, irresistible.

It’s a fragrance that doesn’t ask permission. Seductive, dangerous, addictive — the kind of scent that leaves marks you can’t see but can never forget.

Vanilla, Spiced Honey, Tonka Bean - a literal sin