Athalia

A flickering neon sign casts a sultry glow on rain-slicked streets, where the bitter orange cuts through the damp air like an uninvited memory. Incense spirals upward, mingling with the intoxicating allure of orange blossom and iris, wrapping you in a cloak of mystery that lingers long after the last whispers of vanilla and amber fade into the night. In the shadows, musk and cashmeran play a dangerous game, promising seduction with every breath.