XYLIFE

• Dark crimson scales drift in the folds of withered stamens, and cold light rips apart the last trace of innocence 
  What the snake's tongue flicks is not love words, but the breath of vines strangling morning dew 
  Climbing knuckles bloom with crimson weft and warp; every inch of climbing gouges out half a soul 
  Do you think what's tangled around are the remains of Chinese trumpet vine? It is clearly the shattered reflection of oneself in the mirror We devour the poison 
  we raised, taking withered corollas as thrones 
  Fermenting into addiction in the patina of desire 
  Completing a thousand times of autophagy in the abyss of pleasing others

  Note: Fissure of Desire, Floral-Woody Accord
  Top Notes: Black Currant, Strawberry, Pear, Pink Pepper
  Middle Notes: Milk, Rose, Jasmine, Heliotrope
  Base Notes: Vanilla, Musk, Cedarwood, Amber

  100ml/3.4 FL OZ