Inspired by Love Shot by Ex Nihilo, it begins with a spark—bright, juicy raspberries, ripe enough to stain your fingertips, their sweet-tart aroma bursting into the air like laughter on a Parisian terrace. The fruit’s vibrant freshness is mouthwatering, but beneath it lies a subtle promise—an undercurrent of something richer, deeper, and more dangerous.

Slowly, the scene shifts. The air grows warmer, the light softer, and the raspberries give way to the supple richness of leather—smooth as the inside of a vintage glove, warm from the heat of skin. It carries the scent of dimly lit jazz clubs, polished wood, and late-night conversations that linger until dawn. The leather is not overpowering—it caresses rather than commands—its elegance wrapping around you like a well-tailored coat.

Then comes the musk—soft, skin-like, and intimate, as if the fragrance has melted into you. It’s the scent of closeness, of warmth radiating between two people leaning just a little too near. The musk blurs the edges between you and the fragrance, leaving behind a subtle, lingering trail that pulls others in without them realizing why.

Romantic Shot is a modern chypre, but its chypre heart beats faster—playful yet composed, audacious yet refined. It is Paris in the golden hour, when the city is painted in shades of rose and amber, and every moment feels like a potential story.

This is not a fragrance you simply wear—it’s one you invite to wrap around you, to sharpen your edges and soften your gaze, to turn ordinary glances into magnetic moments. One spritz is a rush of romance, a burst of passion, and a quiet declaration: tonight, the world is ours.