BLACK HEART
ROCK NOIR PARFUMÉE
Smoke. Skin. Something beautiful burning.

AFTER MIDNIGHT
Guaiacwood + Rose

It was after midnight when she found the note.
No name.
No address.
Just three words:
Wear something dangerous.
The car was waiting downstairs.
By the time they reached the club, the band had already started. Smoke hung beneath the lights. Someone had left a black leather jacket across her chair. On the table: a whiskey glass, a single crushed rose, and a match still burning.
She never saw who sent the note.
But by morning, her dress smelled of wood smoke, lavender and someone else's skin.
She kept the jacket.
BLACK HEART
Rock Noir Parfumée
Smoke. Skin. Something beautiful burning. 🖤🔥