On the edge, on the edge of truth, where you can't decide between a dream and a lie.
It's fake - but it's not that.
It's legal - but it's not. It floats on that dark pleasure between the waters.
The devil's intrigue lets go incognito. The dream passes, made of rice milk, soft as cashmere.
Orange blossom and sandalwood blend in a liquor of amber and vanilla.
White Tea, Osmanthus
Orange Blossom, Sandalwood
Cashmere Wood, Amber Woods, Rice Milk, Vanilla