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There are fragrances that flirt, and those that seduce. Then there is XYZ, a scent that transcends seduction entirely. It captivates. It questions. It lingers in the air like an unfinished thought, a whispered promise, or a secret you’re not sure you imagined. Inspired by the boundary-blurring masterpiece XXY by Xerjoff, XYZ dares to dismantle the rules of gendered perfumery—then rebuilds them into something far more magnetic.

The journey begins in a sun-drenched orchard at the golden hour. Ripe peach glistens with honeyed softness, met with the bright spark of bergamot and the crisp tang of grapefruit. These top notes don’t merely introduce; they entrance—an opening as luminous as it is addictive. They carry with them the laughter of late summer, the thrill of skin still warm from the sun, the echo of a memory yet to be made.

But just as the light begins to dim, the heart takes you somewhere deeper—into a velvet room draped in the scent of powdered iris, exotic ylang-ylang, and heady jasmine. These floral notes don’t whisper femininity—they redefine it. Their softness is commanding, their sweetness precise. Enter black pepper—a sharp breath of heat that slices through the floral haze like lightning against a dusky sky. The contrast is deliberate, sensual, and unforgettable.

And then comes the descent. Slow, rich, and endlessly nuanced. A sensual base of patchouli and sandalwood anchors the scent in the earth—warm, grounding, and primal. Vanilla curls around the edges like smoke, softening every edge. The creaminess of vetiver and the golden heat of labdanum meld with a hum of musk, creating a trail that clings like silk on bare skin.

In its drydown, XYZ is neither masculine nor feminine—it is magnetic. It is what skin smells like when touched by intention. What longing feels like when restrained. What confidence sounds like in silence.

This is not a perfume for the obvious. This is a signature for the paradoxical soul—the one who can command a room by simply walking through it, who craves softness without weakness, who sees beauty in duality.

XYZ is an invitation to inhabit all your contradictions. Wear it boldly. Let it speak before you do.