EAU DE PARFUM 

The morning after.
A cup of coffee, still warm.
The first thing that feels real.

But the night hasn’t left yet.

Fragments return.
A touch. A warmth. A presence.
Something lived — or imagined.

A soft intensity unfolds.
The depth of coffee, dark and grounding.
A powdery, almost narcotic trail that lingers in the air.
A warmth beneath it all — sensual, enveloping, impossible to place.
A fragrance so intimate, so blurred, so addictive — it feels like remembering something that may never have happened.

Between Fantasy and Reality.
You try to recall.
You’re not sure you want to.

La Méthode Émotionnelle - each ingredient chosen for what it must make you feel.

Coffee — for the moment reality tries to return.
Heliotrope — for the dream that refuses to fade.
Sandalwood — for the warmth of something that may or may not have been real.