This is lust, liquefied.

DB01 was not made for one gender. It was made for one type of person.

The ones who walk into a room and own it without trying. The ones who don't explain themselves. The ones who leave something behind that nobody can name but nobody forgets.

On him it smells like danger with good intentions. On her it smells like the reason he couldn't concentrate.

Undone zippers. Parted lips. Everything that happens after one last drink.

You weren't meant to wear this. You were meant to be undone by it.

Not a fragrance. F**king permission.™