Divine

It was an invitation to a private party: bold, sensual and reserved for a select few. So the stories were true. Someone had told me of this secret Venice, a world where refined guests gathered in sumptuous residences to indulge their most libertine desires, their identities concealed behind masks. I slipped into the night with Casanova’s blessing, eager to discover this side of the city. I uncovered many secrets that evening, but two remain: why I was chosen, and who wore the unforgettable fragrance that captivated me all night.

The scent

I still remember the password: Divine. I was greeted by the brightness of bergamot, already revealing the sensuality of ylang-ylang and a sparkling touch of mandarin. The door closed behind me, and the seductive softness of rose enveloped me, followed by intoxicating marine notes as I entered the dimly lit hall. It was as though Venus were rising from the water before my eyes. Amber and vanilla deepened the warmth, while sensual musk and sandalwood lingered through that unforgettable night.