IV-I Lost Alice

Ambrette seed and bergamot burst forth with aldehydic crispness, immediately complicated by black pepper's sharp bite and clary sage's herbal, slightly dusty character. Within moments, you realise this won't be a conventional citrus fragrance—there's something deliberately off-kilter about its brightness, a luminosity tinged with unease.

Carrot absolute emerges with peculiar prominence, creating an almost root-like earthiness that shouldn't work but somehow does, whilst orris concrete settles into a cool, slightly mineralised powdery base. Black tea's tannins and the delicate, almost muted white rose create a soft floral bed that feels nostalgic rather than romantic—like smelling flowers through old fabric.

Milk note becomes the dominant player, softening Indian sandalwood and Italian broom absolute into a creamy, skin-like warmth that borders on gourmand. The fragrance becomes increasingly intimate and intimate, settling into a powdery-creamy skin scent that whispers rather than projects, with lingering sweetness and a faint woody undertone.