I am greeted by a vision of indulgence, passion and decadence, inviting me to take my seat at the laden table. I bow to pleasure as it pushes out all reason and steals it away. I’m entranced by the sweet heaviness of the atmosphere. It’s opulent and rotund, as if no-one could ever prevent it from revelling in the here and now.

The preciousness of life appears perfect to me as I indulge myself in this moment of nonchalance. This acutely sensuous scent is a revelation with fine gourmand notes and an arresting opulence. Just a fleeting hint or absolute surrender to fatal indulgence?