Chestnut Vulva Perfume Oil
$29.00
Chestnut Vulva Perfume Oil
$29.00
Sweet chestnut, vanilla cashmere, toasted cardamom, and caramel.
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ksdmediamania –
Definitely smells like toasty chestnuts, with heavy smokey caramel vanilla. This would be more of a fall/winter gourmand lover’s scent.. feels very heavy to wear in the spring or summer, but perfect for fall. I’m gonna let this one age for next fall/winter!
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Yet another knockout perfume for the gourmand lover! Sweet, dreamy and creamy vanilla musk in the bottle. Once on, the caramel and earthy chestnut begin to make themselves known and temper the overwhelming vanilla-ness. It finishes with a subtle hint of cardamom that reminds me of snickerdoodle cookies cooling. I can’t wait to see how this one ages!