Mango Yuzu Gasoline

Mango and yuzu collide first, ripe fruit slammed against citrus static. Mandarin softens it, calamondin sharpens it back, pineapple and blackcurrant thicken the air until it hums.

Then the heart: more Brazilian mango, golden and unapologetic, tangled up in jasmine tea, powdery iris, a flash of lily-of-the-valley. Warm against cool. Sugar against structure.

Underneath, it turns feral: cedar and wet moss, smoke-heavy incense, suede scuffed at the edges. Amber and leather pull it low; vetiver keeps it dirty.

And then gasoline. Uninvited, unbothered, impossible to ignore.

Sweet turned volatile. Fruit turned fuel.