An intimate study in smoke, skin, and sweetness made sacred.

The air is steeped in gold; the season exhales its final warmth. Between the hush of autumn and the first breath of winter lies a softer ritual: one of skin, smoke, and slow surrender.

Caramel drips like honeyed light. Pumpkin glows beneath sugar and spice. Musk breathes against sandalwood, quiet as a pulse beneath knit sleeves. Each fragrance in this collection is a private ceremony, a moment of warmth made sacred.

Light the candle. Breathe in deeply. Begin again.

EVERYTHING OIL
Caramel Coeur
The heart of warmth.
Melted caramel flows like liquid gold, sweetened by warm milk and vanilla bean. Brown sugar and soft sandalwood settle into skin like a whispered indulgence — pure, molten comfort.
Notes: Caramel Syrup, Warm Milk, Vanilla Bean, Brown Sugar, Sandalwood, Soft Musk

SOY CANDLE
White Pumpkin Sucre
A hymn to sugar & spice.
White pumpkin and buttery clove swirl with nutmeg and vanilla, flickering like candlelight on a kitchen table. Sweet, nostalgic, and a little sinful — the scent of home after dark.
Notes: White Pumpkin, Buttery Clove Leaf, Toasted Nutmeg, Vanilla Creme, Powdered Sugar

PERFUME OIL
Strange Brew
Smoke, spice & spellwork.
Pumpkin chai drifts through amber air, tangled with sweet smoke and vetiver. A witch’s warmth bottled: soft, hypnotic, and slightly feral.
Notes: Pumpkin Chai, Amber Woods, Smoky Vetiver, Velvety Vanilla, Timber Smoke

PERFUME SPRAY
Bare Alchemy
The science of skin.
Bergamot and mandarin trace the warmth of touch; freesia and jasmine drift close, then vanish. Amber, sandalwood, and musk fuse with your body heat, creating a scent that feels alive : clean, sensual, and entirely your own.

Notes: Bergamot Peel, Mandarin, Freesia, Jasmine Petals, Vanilla Orchid, Amber, Sandalwood, White Musk

Step closer, seeker of warmth: the fire is waiting. Shadows stretch long across honeyed skin, the air steeped in caramel and quiet smoke. This is not comfort as you’ve known it. It’s alchemy, a slow surrender of sugar, flesh, and flame.

The world outside fades; time softens. Milk steams, musk hums, and pumpkin glows like an ember under silk. The room becomes a sanctuary, every breath a benediction. These are fragrances to be worn like devotion—each one a whispered spell, a sacred indulgence, a heat that lingers long after the light goes out.

Do you crave warmth or worship? Join the Scent Club and take part in the Rituel Intime d’Automne: where sweetness smolders, skin remembers, and even the air bows in reverence.