🦩🦄☀️orchid berry

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✨🧚‍♀️🦄🐞🪼🌙 Part of the Jitterbug Perfumes Special Collection ✨🧚‍♀️🦄🐞🪼🌙

  • Top Notes: Crisp apple, tangy grapefruit, dewy water lily

  • Heart Notes: Orchid blossoms, violets, gardenia, irises

  • Base Notes: Candied berries, vanilla swirl, fresh heliotrope, sensual musk, resinous amber

In the humid glow of a jungle bazaar, where the air hums with the secrets of a thousand untamed blooms, Orchid Berry slinks into existence like a panther in a velvet dress. This is no mere fragrance—it's a potion, a conspiracy of scent that grabs you by the pulse and whispers, Dance, you fool, dance! It begins with a tart wink of crisp apple and grapefruit, sharp as a conga drum's snap, slicing through the mundane like a machete through overripe fruit. Then comes the water lily, dewy and sly, lounging on the edge of a lagoon where mermaids might braid their hair.

The heart of this aroma is a carnival of flowers—orchid blossoms leading the parade, their petals pulsing with the rhythm of a samba nobody taught them but they know by instinct. Violets sneak in, coy and powdered, while gardenia and irises twirl in a floral fandango, each note flirting with the next, a kaleidoscope of botanical seduction. You might see a hummingbird pause mid-flight, drunk on the spectacle.

And then, the base notes drop like a velvet curtain at the end of a cosmic burlesque. Candied berries, sweet and sticky, tangle with a vanilla swirl that’s less dessert and more a lover’s sigh, curling around your senses like smoke from a shaman’s pipe. Heliotrope arrives, fresh as a morning after a night of questionable decisions, while sensual musk and resinous amber anchor the whole affair, grounding it in something primal, like the heartbeat of a forest god who’s just discovered jazz.

Orchid Berry doesn’t just sit on your skin—it moves. It’s the scent of a life lived with one eyebrow raised and a hip cocked, ready to samba through the ordinary and into the sublime. Wear it, and you’ll find yourself winking at strangers, chasing fireflies, or maybe just falling in love with the way your own shadow sways. Be warned: this is a fragrance that demands you live a little louder.

Presentation:

✨🧚‍♀️🦄🐞🪼🌙 Part of the Jitterbug Perfumes Special Collection ✨🧚‍♀️🦄🐞🪼🌙

  • Top Notes: Crisp apple, tangy grapefruit, dewy water lily

  • Heart Notes: Orchid blossoms, violets, gardenia, irises

  • Base Notes: Candied berries, vanilla swirl, fresh heliotrope, sensual musk, resinous amber

In the humid glow of a jungle bazaar, where the air hums with the secrets of a thousand untamed blooms, Orchid Berry slinks into existence like a panther in a velvet dress. This is no mere fragrance—it's a potion, a conspiracy of scent that grabs you by the pulse and whispers, Dance, you fool, dance! It begins with a tart wink of crisp apple and grapefruit, sharp as a conga drum's snap, slicing through the mundane like a machete through overripe fruit. Then comes the water lily, dewy and sly, lounging on the edge of a lagoon where mermaids might braid their hair.

The heart of this aroma is a carnival of flowers—orchid blossoms leading the parade, their petals pulsing with the rhythm of a samba nobody taught them but they know by instinct. Violets sneak in, coy and powdered, while gardenia and irises twirl in a floral fandango, each note flirting with the next, a kaleidoscope of botanical seduction. You might see a hummingbird pause mid-flight, drunk on the spectacle.

And then, the base notes drop like a velvet curtain at the end of a cosmic burlesque. Candied berries, sweet and sticky, tangle with a vanilla swirl that’s less dessert and more a lover’s sigh, curling around your senses like smoke from a shaman’s pipe. Heliotrope arrives, fresh as a morning after a night of questionable decisions, while sensual musk and resinous amber anchor the whole affair, grounding it in something primal, like the heartbeat of a forest god who’s just discovered jazz.

Orchid Berry doesn’t just sit on your skin—it moves. It’s the scent of a life lived with one eyebrow raised and a hip cocked, ready to samba through the ordinary and into the sublime. Wear it, and you’ll find yourself winking at strangers, chasing fireflies, or maybe just falling in love with the way your own shadow sways. Be warned: this is a fragrance that demands you live a little louder.