Summer Crumble
There’s something delightfully unruly about Summer Crumble. It opens with the sparkle of lemon and ripe berries, deepens into elderflower and absinthe—yes, absinthe—and finishes with the warm buttery sigh of a golden crumble crust. Sweet, tart, and just a little tipsy, it’s the scent equivalent of sneaking dessert before dinner and getting away with it.
There’s something delightfully unruly about Summer Crumble. It opens with the sparkle of lemon and ripe berries, deepens into elderflower and absinthe—yes, absinthe—and finishes with the warm buttery sigh of a golden crumble crust. Sweet, tart, and just a little tipsy, it’s the scent equivalent of sneaking dessert before dinner and getting away with it.
There’s something delightfully unruly about Summer Crumble. It opens with the sparkle of lemon and ripe berries, deepens into elderflower and absinthe—yes, absinthe—and finishes with the warm buttery sigh of a golden crumble crust. Sweet, tart, and just a little tipsy, it’s the scent equivalent of sneaking dessert before dinner and getting away with it.