'70s

Silky waters, crystal goblets and champagne bottles, iris sprigs, wild vines of jasmine, intertwined limbs and steamy handprints, a timeless ruse, a poet and a muse, an ocean of violets in bloom, “love is a reciprocal torture,” breathed through a cloud of powder.

One euphoric moment, a blazing streak of grapefruit pink, a brazen saffron sky, sun-drenched cheeks, a salty breeze, an electric aurora borealis, a dream you won’t remember, an eternal sunrise in Ibiza, the bliss of amnesia.

Whipped cream foam, a suede jacket, the scent of cedar, blood orange, the lyrics burn-baby-burn as your heart floats in a fluffy vanilla sky, the night you fall in love in the Meatpacking District.

Soft pink lipstick shimmering through raindrops, a hint of freesia in the air on fresh wet pavement, the sound of jazz piano, warmth with a faint scent of clove, a burning voice that croons what have you done to my heart?

Mouthfuls of purple rain, a taste of blackcurrant and honey, a blooming orange blossom, rapture in an 8-track, that sacred second between songs, violet and amber lights, a cyclone on the dance floor.

Three legendary clubs that thrived in the 1970s, brought together in this candle trio to transport you back to their decade.

Sun-drenched shores, a pulsing beat, a breeze of salt and sea, the sunset surrendering to dusk, a stairway to heaven, a haze of opulence, myrrh and musk, neon light piercing the night, a dawn that never comes.