Curious

Leather and gin and glistening skin, crimson nights and black box peepholes, a bath of glowing amber, a key on a chain, a figment of the subconscious in a saffron haze, silhouette reflections in infinite mirrors, eyes that can’t look away.

Palm trees, a wild sweet breeze, fortunes told, green tea leaves, naked hips, Freudian slips, loose lips, sandalwood embers in warm amber sunsets, a city of angels with no angels, a haven for heathens, cowboys and nymphos.

Velvet ropes, spirals of sandalwood smoke, love letters and curses, white chocolates in pockets, a moment of softness, razor-edged nails, tiered chandeliers, a glimpse of the moon high in the sky, a whisper on lips that turns into a 4am surprise.

Flying sparks of bright white stars, amber lasers, a glitter-eyed crush, violet orbs, plumes of jasmine, pink blush, the twirling petals of ylang-ylang, yuzu cake on the dance floor, all the shining colours spinning from a gigantic mirror ball in the sky.

A seduction like quicksand, a desert filled with roses, a blooming kaleidoscope, air thick with heat, one pulsing beat, soft leather and sweat, sweet patchouli haze, skin like fire, a taste of black plum, a labyrinth of mind games, maybe love, maybe madness.

Velvet ropes, spirals of sandalwood smoke, love letters and curses, white chocolates in pockets, a moment of softness, razor-edged nails, tiered chandeliers, a glimpse of the moon high in the sky, a whisper on lips that turns into a 4am surprise.

A violet half-moon, cliffs that glow in the night, twirling vines of jasmine, whirlpools of aquamarine, swirling auroras and stalactite, sandalwood cream, cypress trees, a ritual of mystic devotion, a love set in motion in blue velvet waters.

Linen and skin, soft sage crowns, Aphrodite rising from her pearly shell, poetry whispered in the wind, a tryst on the shores of the Aegean Sea, moss-covered rocks under cerulean sky, barefoot on the terrace, moving to the rhythm of the riptides.

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.

The tongue twist of a maraschino stem, sweet stained lips, cherry cream pie, milky waves of cumulous clouds, bourbon vanilla icing, a silky confection, an insatiable craving, a dessert of debauchery and glamour.

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?

A saffron glow, eye contact and melting honey, amber spotlights and hot pepper, shimmering sweat and pressed mouths, the taste of chocolate and free love, a fleeting moment that feels colossal.

A siren’s song in sapphire waters, a fresh sprig of jasmine growing through a crack in blue asphalt, spinning happy flowers of a Murakami kaleidoscope, unfolding and opening to you like tuberose in spring.

Three legendary clubs that thrived in the 1980s, brought together in this candle trio to transport you back to their decade.

Leather and gin and glistening skin, crimson nights and black box peepholes, a bath of glowing amber, a key on a chain, a figment of the subconscious in a saffron haze, silhouette reflections in infinite mirrors, eyes that can’t look away.