





Mischief
Mischief does not apologize for taking up space.
Passion Fruit opens like a wink — juicy, sharp, and completely unserious in the best possible way. Not artificial, not candy-sweet. This is ripe, real fruit with an edge to it. Bergamot lifts it immediately, adding a citrus brightness that keeps everything feeling alive and spirited rather than heavy.
White Peony arrives at the heart and takes the freshness somewhere unexpected — lush and clean and faintly soft, it shifts the fragrance from playful to genuinely beautiful without losing any of its energy. Freesia moves alongside it, delicate and slightly green, the note that makes this section feel like flowers in morning light rather than a perfume counter.
Warm Vanilla Musk settles into the base like the final scene of a very good evening. Soft, skin-close, and quietly magnetic — the thing that makes people lean in and ask what you are wearing. Sandalwood gives it just enough depth to stay interesting all the way to the end.
You do not have to tell them.
Mischief does not apologize for taking up space. It was made for the woman who walks into a room and changes the energy without even trying.
Passion Fruit opens like a wink, juicy and sharp and completely unserious in the best possible way. Peony lifts it into something fresh and floral before the whole thing settles into Warm Vanilla Musk, soft and skin-close and quietly magnetic. It is the kind of dry-down that makes people lean in and ask what you are wearing. You do not have to tell them.










