With daring doses of indolic jasmine and rich feral musks, Salome's bedevilled and velvety animalic facets dance seductively behind a veil of Turkish rose and carnation. Bitter, red orange is seductively straightforward and angular, a contrast in this scent that is all about curves and circuitous wiring. Orange blossom echoes this assertive citric bent, but this bloom is a teaser, an entrancingly evasive moment before the segue into rich, heady tobacco. Tobacco’s luxuriant sweetness embeds itself, in the crystalline hyraceum, and it's fresh-aged aspect sparkles amidst the musky remains. Styrax injects a smoking, acid energy into this darkening composition and reinvigorates the scent for an entirely new, equally as complex second act. Vanilla and hay are merry bedfellows, creating a smooth, floral texture in the absence of any real blooms. Patchouli and bergamot publish two divergent, yet complimentary experiences of green, both of which are ultimately absorbed by oakmoss’ matte, musty monolithic verdancy. Cumin and birch tar are the final piquant push, before the feral curtain falls; castoreum is dense, daring and unapologetic. Vintage and honeyed, Salome lures with the warm, plush appeal of an erotic boudoir before ensnaring the wearer in a web of unashamed erotic delight. Wear your birthday suit with second skin pride, in Salome.