Makila

But it's not a scent of violence — it's a scent of connection.
From this visceral, deep, unbreakable bond. Like a promise tattooed on the skin.
Bergamot and pear open the show with a fruity tenderness, like a shiver
in the hollow of the neck.

Then emerges an incandescent floral heart: jasmine, tuberose, orange blossom.
Sensual white flowers, brimming with light, that beat to the rhythm of a heart
which is getting out of hand.

In the base, patchouli blends with vanilla and vetiver to create a warm trail.
vibrant, almost animalistic.

Makila doesn't say "I love you", he says "I belong to you".

He speaks of fusion, of ancient passion, of a burning vow.
It's a magnetic, intimate fragrance that attracts and holds you.
An invisible, yet carnal bond.

Makila is the sensuality of blood speaking before words .