Kiss Me

A scent that doesn’t speak. It seduces.

Not with words, but with glances across a crowded room, with laughter that lingers too long, with the slow gravity of a soul drawn toward another.

Kiss Me is a tribute to hedonism at its most elegant—a fragrant hallucination born of silk sheets, nocturnal confessions, and the electric space between lips not yet touching. Inspired by Clive Christian’s Jump Up and Kiss Me Hedonistic, this perfume is for those who live by instinct and love without apology.

It begins with a dazzling prelude. Black cherry, bold and dripping with desire, blends with violet leaf, mate, and clary sage, creating a green, smoky whisper—at once primal and sophisticated. Citrus notes—bergamot, mandarin, grapefruit, and lemon—shimmer like champagne bubbles in a crystal flute, effervescent and fleeting. There is neroli here too, delicate but brazen, like white lace against bare skin.

And then, the descent begins. The heart blooms with jasmine and orris, soft as whispered secrets in the dark. Papyrus adds texture, like love letters pressed into old parchment. But it’s the tobacco—dark, warm, hypnotic—that holds you in place, like eyes you can’t look away from.

The base is velvet. A deeply sensual blend of amber, leather, and tonka bean, swirled with the golden hush of vanilla. Cashmere wood and musk wrap around you like an afterglow, while labdanum, vetiver, patchouli, and moss ground the experience—earthy, eternal, unforgettable.

This is not just a fragrance. Kiss Me is a ritual.

A pulse of seduction.

A perfume that lingers like the memory of being desired.

Wearing it feels like stepping into a private opera where every note is sung for you. It’s the scent of champagne flutes trembling in candlelight, of silk falling to the floor, of saying “yes” before the question is ever asked.

Kiss Me is not for the shy.

It’s for the bold hearted.

For those who know that pleasure is not a sin—

It’s an art.