The night opens like an unknown route. A clear bergamot cuts through the cool air, followed by the dry pulsation of cardamom. Geranium set the compass: sharp, modern, focused.
Deeper in the darkness glows the heart: earthly truffle whispers luxury without frills,osmanthus lays an apricot-leathery glow, while fine smoke from frankincense like a lantern light lingers in an alley. The pace slows; each step sounds more deliberate.
At the end of the route, the depths await. Myrrh gives rainy warmth,file breathes silent strength,dark chocolate melts like a secretive smile, and cedarwood draws clean lines that linger on the skin. Midnight Odyssey isn’t a destination, but a journey—for those who don’t follow the night, but lead it.
