SM Café is a fragrance that touches the skin. A dark and sensual infusion where leather, hot coffee, and fantasies intertwine in a murky dance. Far from a simple gourmand, it evokes an intimate and cozy place, somewhere between an erotic reading room and a secret lair, where people come as much for the full-bodied scents as for the thrill of a shared glance.
Upon opening, the fragrance opens with a dense and velvety coffee absolute accord, awakened by the disturbing freshness of lavender, like a breath slipping behind the neck. Then comes the forbidden fruit, a juicy, mischievous, almost insolent maraschino cherry, which invites itself between the notes like laughter at the bottom of a whisper.
The heart plunges into the material: Russian leather, suede, rose, between strength and tenderness, between control and abandonment. A warm beat of beeswax, tonka bean, tobacco, and amber makes the skin vibrate like a nearby breath, a warmth that cannot be escaped. In the base, the woods darken: patchouli, cade, Atlas cedar, and the golden resin of benzoin cast a lingering shadow, like a memory too good to fade.
SM Café isn't just a fragrance; it's a sensory rendezvous. A dark room scented with desire, forbidden literature, and roasted aromas. A fragrance that questions boundaries, invites transgression, and leaves the skin with the bittersweet taste of unashamed indulgence.
