The golden hour of the heart, where love doesn’t whisper—it radiates.

A scent that begins like a sunrise over a palace of mirrors, L’Amour glistens with an otherworldly warmth—ripe pineapple glows like molten amber, while red berries and apple sparkle like jeweled offerings on an altar of desire. A soft breeze of cardamom and coriander curls through the opening like silk incense—spiced, exotic, and deeply intimate.

What follows is a slow unfurling—roses in full bloom, not dainty but regal. Bulgarian and Turkish roses, with their rich velvet petals, join the luminous brightness of magnolia and the creamy glow of jasmine sambac. Together they form a tapestry of emotion: opulent yet restrained, floral yet fleshy, fleeting yet unforgettable.

At its base, L’Amour descends into something deeper, richer. A slow burn. Warm vanilla and golden amber melt into skin like memory, while cashmere wood, cedar, and moss trace the outline of a love that is both grounded and transcendent. Musk hums low like a secret between two bodies too close to be apart.

Though it stands entirely on its own, L’Amour pays quiet homage to a golden predecessor—the opulence and magnetic warmth found in Lamar by Kajal—reimagined here through the lens of luminous romance and sunlit skin.

This is not just a fragrance.

It’s an invitation to feel adored—to let go, fall inward, and let the glow of love consume you.