Neroli at full bloom: green, sharp, slightly bitter, the orange flower before it knows what it is. Hand-poured by Sibonei in small batches, it suits a spring room with the windows cracked, clearing the air without performing.

For the friend starting over, the first night in the new apartment, the chapter that calls for a clean note. The flower stays bitter. That is what makes it worth burning. Only at MA VIE in New York.