Ambre Sultan

Wrapped up in my furs (real, vintage, NEVER that plastic fake crap, except for fake leopard skin, that has to be fake or it doesn’t work) with my painted face that smells ever so lightly of coty airspun (I don’t actually use it as my skin HATES talc, but the smell is too lovely) and the waxy sweetness of lipstick, in my heaviest jewelry, this is the perfect scent, warm and sweet and spicy, bohemian royalty in resins and amber, sandalwood, bay leaf, patchouli.  It is bliss