Essence of Fetish Plombir

A milky watercolour of summer.

It's the flavour of joy on the tongue, the feeling you get when you come out of the store with white ice cream in a waffle cup, and before you even have a bite, you can smell that familiar, almost holy smell: creaminess, coolness, anticipation of pleasure.

The opening is light and transparent, like a watercolour. There are dairy notes, vanilla, powdered sugar - like the first spoonful of ice cream that has not yet been touched by the sun. But there is no heaviness in this sweetness - it is cool, soft, like a white shadow under an umbrella.

In the heart, there is a floral lightness, like flowers around summer ice cream: Philadelphia, amyris, sakura - a white and pink bouquet that delicately balances between a hint of honey and the pure coolness of flower pollen.

And then there's a fruity touch: thin crusts of watermelon and melon that add moisture, freshness and sudden crispness to the composition. All this is covered with a water accord - a signature of the Ukrainian niche school.

The trail includes white musks, ambroxan, and cold incense. But not churchy - rather frosty and clean, like an ice cube on the skin. The finish is reminiscent of the coolness of an aluminium spoon and the whisper of frost from the freezer.

Plombir is the light of day, a cool sweetness that you want to breathe in again, a memory that does not melt like ice cream in the sun - because it lives in a bottle.