Steam pours through a bathroom door on the Rive Droite. A woman crosses to her balcony — the Champs-Élysées below, a Monet on the wall, Baudelaire unopened on the table. Ex Nihilo's Fleur Narcotique is as beautiful and as composed as she is. The question the fragrance never quite answers is the same one she hasn't thought to ask yet. Full review at Vetiver & Verse.