Curiously alluring to all genders, a captivating oddity of cardamon infused cashmeran with bergamot, Japanese boudior incense, botanical pheromones, ambroxan, and the naughtily caress of black licorice whips.
"Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy, Until I labour, I in labour lie. The foe oft-times having the foe in sight, Is tir’d with standing though he never fight. Off with that girdle, like heaven’s Zone glistering, But a far fairer world encompassing. Unpin that spangled breastplate which you wear, That th’eyes of busy fools may be stopped there. Unlace yourself, for that harmonious chime, Tells me from you, that now it is bed time. Off with that happy busk, which I envy, That still can be, and still can stand so nigh. Your gown going off, such beauteous state reveals, As when from flowery meads th’hill’s shadow steals." To His Mistress Going to Bed - John Donne (1572-1631)