She Who Burns doesn’t flirt. She stares. Lights a cigarette. Sips your drink. You’re already in trouble. This is rose at its most unapologetic—drenched in spice, smouldering with patchouli, and just a touch dangerous.
It smells like heartbreak written in cursive, like a silk slip under a trench coat, like someone who disappears without saying goodbye but leaves your room—and your thoughts—on fire. Handle with caution. Or don’t.
Fragrance Pyramid
TOP NOTES
Turkish roseHEART NOTES
Blackcurrant 
Clove
RaspberryBASE NOTES
Frankincense 
Patchouli
SandalwoodCrafted with a captivating blend reminiscent of Frederic Malle Portrait of a Lady’s elegance.