Vanilla Sky

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.

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.

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.

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.

A warm shock to the system, honey-coloured light, a red-apple heart with an electric synth beat, violet eyes, a utopia for misfits, wallflowers in bloom, almond tree blossoms on a crisp autumn night.

A warm fever pitch, swirling vanilla clouds, a peach-flavoured cocktail, the balmy breeze of paradise, a Mapplethorpe flower, elegant, depraved and frozen in time, a night that you don’t want to end.

Seven fragrances inspired by seven moments come together in this Discothèque discovery set to change your life.

Three legendary clubs that thrived in the 1980s, 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.

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.

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.