Nuda

The blackberry and red berry notes arrive with gentle insistence, lending a tart jammy character that catches you off-guard against the honey's warmth. Within moments, the iris appears, dusting everything with a slightly powdered quality—already you sense this won't be a loud fragrance, but something deliberately muted.

The peach emerges as creamily as condensed milk, softened further by the opium accord's animalic whisper. The iris sharpens into its characteristic dry, pencil-like aspect, whilst the floral accord deepens considerably, developing a powdery intimacy that sits close to skin rather than projecting outward.

The pistachio surfaces as a faintly nutty, almost dusty quality, whilst musk and oakmoss provide a gentle, skin-like base that feels less like a fragrance and more like an intimate second layer. The composition becomes increasingly abstract, retaining only the faintest honeyed sweetness alongside pale florals that seem to dissolve rather than fade.