In The M'Oud

I giggle as your hand moves from the joint of my hip and over my ribs, a feather again my skin, teasing me with a sensual bouquet of Turkish and Bulgarian roses among my beloved violets. The coolness of the earth beneath me is a welcome reprieve from the hot winds that massage us in waves, wrapped up here together, tasting the salty spray of the very point where the ocean meets this shoreline that we both love too well. As I bite into your shoulder, I am flooded with the scents of flowers and spices. You are violet, cedar and musk and vanilla and I cannot get enough of the way you taste. Every time is new again; every time offers the intimate innuendo of something neither of us are ready to grasp yet. As I melt into you and give in to the velvet rush of your voice, I am lost all over again and I recall that this is just another symptom of being utterly overcome in the heat of this moment, absorbed completely In the M’Oud. This fragrance has a similar DNA to Oud Satin Mood 💕