Pulp
Wow! Ben Gorham’s fruit feast from the tropics – the scent of luscious, sweet fruit gorged with sunshine and heat; the glistening, succulent flesh of the fruit, oozing ripeness, begging to be torn open and devoured, greedily and with abandon.
The top notes are dewy blackcurrants laced with green bergamot and cardamom seeds:
The heart is of sun-ripened figs from Greece, the reddest of Eve’s apples, the creamy coconut sweetness of tiare blossoms; the opulent base mixes peach fruit and flower, praline and cedar wood, giving richness and tenacity.
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