








🦩☀️mango sticky rice
Mango Sticky Rice is a fragrance that sings of summer’s languid joy, a creamy escape to a sun-drenched shore.
It opens with a juicy burst of ripe mango, paired with the tart sparkle of passionfruit and a breezy hint of coconut water, like a tropical breeze over warm sand. The heart melts into a lush rice milk accord, soft and comforting, laced with jasmine petals and a dusting of nutmeg for a whisper of spice.
The base cradles you in vanilla bean, white musk, and benzoin’s resinous warmth, evoking the sticky-sweet comfort of a dessert shared under palm trees. This is the scent of nostalgia and adventure, a milk perfume that’s both familiar and far-flung, as if Pan traded his flute for a spoon, a dreamer, savoring life’s sweetest moments.
Mango Sticky Rice is a fragrance that sings of summer’s languid joy, a creamy escape to a sun-drenched shore.
It opens with a juicy burst of ripe mango, paired with the tart sparkle of passionfruit and a breezy hint of coconut water, like a tropical breeze over warm sand. The heart melts into a lush rice milk accord, soft and comforting, laced with jasmine petals and a dusting of nutmeg for a whisper of spice.
The base cradles you in vanilla bean, white musk, and benzoin’s resinous warmth, evoking the sticky-sweet comfort of a dessert shared under palm trees. This is the scent of nostalgia and adventure, a milk perfume that’s both familiar and far-flung, as if Pan traded his flute for a spoon, a dreamer, savoring life’s sweetest moments.
Mango Sticky Rice is a fragrance that sings of summer’s languid joy, a creamy escape to a sun-drenched shore.
It opens with a juicy burst of ripe mango, paired with the tart sparkle of passionfruit and a breezy hint of coconut water, like a tropical breeze over warm sand. The heart melts into a lush rice milk accord, soft and comforting, laced with jasmine petals and a dusting of nutmeg for a whisper of spice.
The base cradles you in vanilla bean, white musk, and benzoin’s resinous warmth, evoking the sticky-sweet comfort of a dessert shared under palm trees. This is the scent of nostalgia and adventure, a milk perfume that’s both familiar and far-flung, as if Pan traded his flute for a spoon, a dreamer, savoring life’s sweetest moments.