It starts with a look. Then a smile. Then—everything. Crush lives in that tension between flirt and fire. Pink pepper and pear sparkle in the open like a laugh shared too close. Peony and jasmine swirl with heat, not sweetness. There’s something dangerous under all that brightness—like a kiss that lasts too long for a secret. It’s playful. Until it’s not. The dry-down is creamy musk, Ambroxan, and cedar—warm, teasing, lingering. It smells like attraction you can’t shake. Like a memory someone keeps on purpose.