VANILLA ÉTHER

Sweet fire. Hidden danger. A taste that owns you.

She moves closer, and the room bends to her. He waits, quiet as smoke, watching like he already knows how it ends. Vanilla Éther strikes with dark vanilla, molten amber, and the velvet bite of woods. Sweetness twisted with shadow, warmth laced with temptation.

They are midnight unravelling — soft but ruthless, tender but merciless. You think you’re in control… until you’re not.