Venom Incarnat

Eau de Parfum

Like some wine, like a philtre, like blood from Russian leather and boiling strawberries, a viper-eyed sorceress has prepared this chalice set with rubies, the venom of her heart bigger than her bosom, her liquid love bomb that will flow down the throat and flood the veins.

Everything in this potion stands out, yet every gram is carefully plucked and weighed under ultraviolet light, with some whispering.

Blackberries with their thorns, cinnamon bark in trunks covered in dust under a cedar weighed down with age and as old as Herod, beans, patchouli trapped in a hard caramel that is heated up in a bain-marie, that blisters, that bewitches and will make you love to the point of losing your mind.