Punk Motel

No one walks this road. Cars pierce the night like bullets fired in the dark. Neon lights blind the girls on the balconies. Only my guitar rests in my bed. I only have the unknown to keep me company. The light of bergamot and white rose petals contrast the salicylates that add a slightly salty note, but without marine scents, a bit like the wind that comes from the sea and crosses the desert. The base is extremely enveloping, musks and vanilla round out the fragrance, linked together by the character of ambrette seeds to create a powerful accord, that does not go unnoticed. This is my soundtrack. This is the life I have always dreamed of.