They stood a little too close. Not because they had to — but because neither of them stepped away. Words moved slowly, catching on pauses, but no one filled the silence. The air was still cool, but somewhere between them, warmth had already begun to gather. A brush of fabric against a wrist — unintentional, but precise. And just like that, something shifted.

The scent was light, almost imperceptible — like light passing over skin. Neroli, delicate and fresh, hovered just beneath the surface. And beneath it — the quiet spark of pink pepper, sharp and fleeting, like a pulse catching mid-beat.It wasn’t a word, or a glance, or a gesture — but it stayed. They were still quiet. But the touch had already happened.

Pink Pepper & Neroli — a fragrance where everything begins before anything is said.