Inspired by Givenchy ENFLAMMÉ Flames is not a scent — it’s a slow, deliberate combustion. A perfume that doesn’t whisper, it smolders. Sultry, hypnotic, and disarmingly powerful, Flames turns every breath into a lingering invitation and every encounter into a brush with fire.

At its core lies a blazing union of Madagascar vanilla and Turkish tobacco, wrapped in a haze of desire. The vanilla is not soft here — it’s molten, thick, and feral, made even more intoxicating by the raw sensuality of hand-cured tobacco. Together, they move like smoke curling from the mouth of a forbidden lover.

It opens with a flash of labdanum from Spain and Portugal, rich and resinous, softened only by the faint shimmer of Brazilian coffee absolute — a bitter warmth that hints at secrets exchanged over midnight conversations and half-lit hallways.

As the heart unfolds, patchouli from Indonesia adds depth and decadence, grounding the flame with a slow, earthy pulse. It mingles with the tobacco, not to compete, but to amplify — making the scent more shadowed, more magnetic, more undeniable.

In the base, Tolu balsam from El Salvador and vanilla surabsolute swirl into a final, sensual crescendo — smoky, golden, and deeply carnal. The kind of finish that stays on skin like the aftermath of an unforgettable night: warm, reckless, and alive with memory.

Flames is the scent of glances that linger too long, of silk slipping from skin, of hearts that beat too fast in rooms that are too quiet. It’s the spark that sets everything else in motion — the kind of perfume that doesn’t just get noticed, it redefines presence.

Wear with caution. Speak in low tones. This fire answers to no one.