Deep Velvet. Dark Heat. No Apologies. It’s after hours. Neon flickers. She walks past—and no one breathes for a second too long. Ultra is bold from the jump. It opens with that syrupy blackcurrant and apple—but richer, darker, slower. Peony and tuberose follow, but they’re not delicate. They bloom like silk melting over skin. And the base? Addictive. Tonka, moss, and golden woods that cling. This scent doesn’t trail—it stains the memory. Wear it when you want to leave someone wondering what just happened. And why they want it to happen again.