A flacon all in gentle curves. Shoulders. Or hips. Perfect transparency. Light shining through the absolute smoothness of the bottle.
The bottle provokes hand, eye and desire. Fingertips caressing its curves, becoming acquainted. Then embracing it, holding it a moment against the skin, its weight nestled in the palm of the hand.
The silver’s mirrored sheen.
The metal’s gleam. The streamlined stopper, massive, crowning the silhouette, completing it, accomplishing it.
The star engraved in its centre echoing its more discreet counterpart in the bottom of the flacon.