Diamonds of blue light danced across the room. Stars on his face, his chest. His sweat, like butter. He was soaked in whipped cream foam. A picture you’d remember always. The night you fell in love in the Meatpacking District. The DJ put the needle in Disco Inferno. The lyrics burn-baby-burn played as he came closer. You felt the sleeves of his suede jacket, the scent of cedar. He tasted like blood orange. The treble rumbled. The floor shook, and for a moment your feet left the ground. But it was only a feeling. It was just your heart floating in a fluffy vanilla sky. Crisco Disco, a full sensory experience: Feel the vibrations of the New York dance floor come to life. NOTES: TOP: Frangipani, Blood Orange, Gardenia, Jasmine, PetitgrainHEART: Whipped Cream, Bourbon Vanilla, TuberoseBASE: Sandalwood, Cedarwood, Suede 220g
