He doesn’t enter the room.

He consumes it.

Inspired by Sauvage Elixir by Dior, ElixSavage is not a whisper of scent.

It’s a presence.

One that arrives long before he speaks — and stays long after he’s gone.

It opens in a blaze:

Nutmeg, cinnamon, cardamom — each spice distinct, but dancing together like heat rising off skin.

Then comes the grapefruit, sharp and biting, slicing through the warmth like a sly smile that catches you off guard.

It’s not sweet. It’s dangerous.

At the center, a singular focus:

Lavender — but not the delicate kind.

This is lavender infused with confidence, strength, and stillness.

Smooth as velvet, but edged with command.

It doesn’t ask for attention.

It owns it.

Then — the descent.

Licorice, mysterious and dark, adds tension to the seduction.

Amber and patchouli pulse beneath, molten and magnetic.

Haitian vetiver brings depth — a whisper of smoke, a trace of the wild.

And finally, sandalwood, smooth and lingering like the weight of a last look before parting.

ElixSavage is not for the beginning of the night.

It’s for the hour when everything sharpens —

when the crowd thins, the music deepens, and decisions are made with glances instead of words.

Refined, ruthless, unforgettable —

ElixSavage is intensity bottled.