A shadow: there is something. She determines fate as she walks along the spice road. There is magic in the air as she passes, warm as the shades of the fruits that announce her arrival. Her cloak is woven of gold and velvet and she has a delicate but determined step. Amused, she turns to look at the effect she has. Aristocratic weakness.

Ripe black cherries wrapped in fresh marzipan and the fine bitterness of blood orange peel. The heart is a delight: a creamy mix of white flowers and powdery notes of cocoa; The sillage of Duchessa is warm, balsamic, inebriating. Sweet like the liqueur. The “narcotic” one: cherries and sugar, the real obsession. The perfume of a Donna Gritti, bold and determined.