AYLAN REACTION:
“You smell edible. Hurry and come out the car before we never reach inside… and stay downwind.”
The scent projects on its own without being overpowering, calling for people to come closer to fully appreciate what they are smelling.
The sillage almost acts like it's alive with the way the scent shifts depending on how you move, your body temperature and in the way it either intermingles work or glides across the air.
So even though I stayed downwind, within a few steps, I found myself in the biggest hug with his nose jammed into the side of my neck, inhaling like the scent was key to survival... think those deeeepppp breaths through the nose that fully expand your lungs.
We danced, we made it back home, the evening started and unfolded exactly as it should have. I slept, and over 10 hours later, I can still smell Aylan on my skin.
The “edible” quality clearly comes from the indulgence the Agarwood adds to the vanilla and saffron in the base, but don’t read edible and assume gourmand or vanilla cookie, because it's not that.
This is a warmer, more intriguing vanilla; not vanilla and sugar. The saffron wraps around it, adding depth and honeyed warmth, the agarwood a resinous grounding, while the florals keep everything lifted and open without that sharp, powdery after-smell some florals develop.
It opens fresh, then melts into something creamy, warm, and intimate with some sparks of brightness here and there throughout the life of the wear.
Eventually it settles into a beautiful skin scent that seems to quietly reawaken from time to time throughout the night like glitter that refuses to leave… only this time, you hope it never does.