Intensely powerful, deliberately excessive. The scent of one who dares.

"Rome is burning. Outside, the flames devour the city, tearing through the night. But inside Nero’s palace, time has stood still. Upon the tables, the feast overflows. Cups clash, fabrics slide across skin, and a rain of precious perfumes falls over the guests like a decadent blessing. It is the emperor himself who tosses the essences into the air, allowing them to cling to heated bodies. Gold and voluptuousness will dance until dawn. The world is collapsing. But the party, it goes on. "

Festin opens with the dark flesh of blackberry, stirred by a truffle accord and a saline touch of caviar. At the heart, shagreen leather stretches like a precious hide. Then the base ignites: deep, animalic oud entwines with ambergris.