It’s the kind of heat that simmers the insanity of India, where the very air shimmers and heaven forbid you bother to try to cool yourself down – sanctuary is near impossible to find. Rather than wilt, you taunt the scorching air by draping it with spice and blossom and even the cool kulfi that hints of relief is spiked mercilessly with cardamom and orange blossom.
That feeling of amber-tinted entrapment is what you get from Tom Ford’s Noir Extreme. Marine florals be damned – they wont save you from summer. The enveloping, syrupy citrus and spice and smoldering sandalwood of Noir? That’s the embrace.