A fragrance without anchor. Nuit Élastique opens with black olive, dense, fleshy, saline, carried by industrial notes and an indole-laden jasmine. No light, no relief. Carnation emerges like skin under pressure, nuanced by balms and dark woods. It's not a progression. It's a loop. Elastic, opaque, and strangely alive.

This is the scent of rejection. Nuit Élastique doesn't reveal itself—it obsesses. It disturbs the air with a slow, dirty beat, asks nothing, explains even less. A sensual fracture that reveals more through what it conceals. For those who don't want to be understood, but only felt. It's not worn. It's inhabited.