A devilish sensuality, a forbidden (un)sweet you devour out of greed that glows in the shadows of a powerful Djinn, Adjatay, the prince of perfumed chills. Perfumer, Alexandra Monet, brought a tuberose flower back from Grasse and forgot it in an unpretentious black leather bag. The flower refused to give in and for days it's stubborn warmth strived to bring the leathery silky animal notes of the worn out bag back to life. Alexandra grabbed the idea and turned the white beast into a wild yet elegant, tender yet loud perfume, hypnotic, untamable. A dangerous ritual engulfed by narcotic waves.