Simili Mirage plays with illusion. A synthetic skin that breathes like real skin, warmed by ambrette, Dalmatian immortelle, and marine ozone. Mineral notes shimmer on a dry blend of thyme, pine, and resin, while a sensual accord transforms with the heat of the body. The artificial becomes intimate; the desert meets the body.

A mirage you perceive before you see it. Simili Mirage inhabits contradiction—a falsehood that seems truer than truth. It evokes the thrill of ambiguity, where identity is a shifting fabric. Not meant to reassure, but to gently unsettle, like a half-remembered dream, it leaves a trace where you thought there was nothing.