Favourite Sin opens with English pepper, sharp and alive, heat striking bare skin without warning. Cardamom follows, smooth, smoky, almost creamy, veiled with a soft incense haze. Polished heat. Controlled danger.

Plum skin emerges dark and bruised, never sweet, folding into spice and resinous smoke. Temptation is immediate, warm, glowing with menace.

Turkish rose absolute blooms dense and decadent, wrapped in incense and warm resins. Not romantic. Devotional, indulgent. This is where restraint dissolves.

The drydown is sensual and nocturnal. Incense, skin, and heat become one. Human, intimate, unapologetic. Favourite Sin does not behave.

A sin chosen. A pleasure perfected.