A remedy for every trouble, a way to keep hold of our passions. Such is our lot, so why not anticipate this consented addiction? Four fragrances, four seductive poisons, four exciting escapades. A perfume shouldn’t stop us in our tracks; it is a bridge, a flying carpet, a diagonal line, an unexpected resonance. It drops us into a terribly appealing new place, addictive with its bitter and sensual bite of green cardamom, tobacco, smoked birch, “hallucinogenic” nutmeg. So what has us in its grip? The perfume in the bottle, or our own self in its vaporised spray?