ナイジェリア：明日への希望

The starfruit cuts through the humidity beautifully—it's tart and juicy, not at all cloying. I keep catching that petrichor note hours later, like I've just stepped outside after a downpour.

The hyacinth really grounds it—green and almost dewy, like morning condensation on leaves. Wore it through a humid afternoon and the petrichor note kept surfacing every time I moved, which felt unexpectedly nostalgic.

The starfruit note hits first—sharp and juicy—then the rain-soaked earth settles underneath like a warm memory of a storm passing. It's the kind of freshness that feels alive, not synthetic, and it lingers close to the skin for hours.