BULLISH
Everyone had written him off. He’s a down-and-out, a bum, some nobody. Deadbeat dreamer — that’s what they joked, snortling into the free champagne. But then, they also told me bulls don’t sweat. You ever been in the ring with a raging bull? Smelled the blood in the air, found that bite of iron between your teeth. Lo! A pause before the uncoiling — earth rising on the sweetest moment he’ll ever live through. Rise again, my friend. All dust settles in time. This classic demands commitment; give it your heart. And tell me again why bulls don’t sweat.

Perfume notes

Head: Pink Pepper

Heart: Saffron, Desert Rose

Base: Vetiver, Cedar, Tobacco

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