Escape Calvin Klein

A bracing volley of green-edged peach and sharp apple, with blackcurrant cutting through like diluted cassis. The effect is almost saline, vaguely reminiscent of biting into tart fruit flesh. Within minutes, you're struck by how deliberately cold this opening feels—there's minimal sweetness, just crisp, nearly austere fruitiness.

The florals arrive with measured dignity, and here the composition finds its equilibrium. Rose and jasmine hover in the middle distance whilst lily of the valley adds a subtle, almost soapy texture. A whisper of white pepper materialises, adding dimension without warmth. The fragrance settles into something almost herbal and restrained, the fruit receding significantly. It's a solidly middle-of-the-road floral, pleasant but uncommitted.

The tonka bean finally emerges with creamy, almost biscuity warmth, whilst sandalwood adds a soft, pillowy quality. Vetiver provides grassy counterbalance, preventing the composition from becoming sugary. Unfortunately, this is where both longevity and sillage become genuine concerns—the fragrance becomes noticeably fainter, a whispered presence rather than a conversation. What remains is intimate and powder-soft, almost tentative.