Tabit Tiziana Terenzi

Tabit arrives as a peculiar collision between confectionery indulgence and sun-baked minimalism. The bergamot opens with characteristic brightness, but Paolo Terenzi immediately undercuts this freshness with a synthetic softness that feels almost powdery—a deliberate choice that prevents the citrus from ever becoming crisp or cheerful. What's intriguing is how the peach-coconut accord in the heart doesn't play sweetly tropical; instead, it reads sandy and slightly creamy, as though you've rubbed coconut oil onto warm skin after a beach walk. The "sand" accord is the fragrance's secret weapon—it's a grounding, almost mineral quality that stops Tabit from becoming a simple gourmand.

This is a fragrance for the person who finds conventional floral-fruity compositions too earnest. There's a calculated strangeness here: the animalic musk in the base arrives with quiet persistence, never animalistic in the thrilling sense, but rather like the warmth of skin under linen. Vanilla and caramel provide sweetness, yes, but they're tempered by precious woods and that peculiar synthetic accord that gives everything a slightly hazy, dreamlike quality.