Mirage

I wore Mirage to the cybersecurity conference. By lunch, three analysts asked if I'd weaponized pheromones. The vetiver drydown outlasted my 14-hour flight. TSA agents sniffed my suitcase twice.

The bergamot cut through subway stench like a diamond saw. When the oud emerged, a stranger handed me his card: "Whatever you're selling, I'm buying." My train became a rolling confessional.

Mirage's saffron halo made my ex's $900 cologne smell like airport kiosk spray. The judge complimented my "aura of resolution" during settlement. Final cost: $2M. Worth every evaporated drop.

Customers swore I'd added black truffle to the pain au chocolat. The secret? Mirage's tobacco-vanilla trail mingling with butter. We now sell "Scented Saturdays." Bookings require fragrance descriptions.

Delhi's rains dissolved my umbrella but not Mirage's sillage. Even drenched, the vetiver clung like a philosopher's last argument. Auto-rickshaw drivers quoted Rumi instead of fares.

Viewers thought I'd invented holographic perfumery. The Q&A became a scent interrogation. MIT requested my "algorithmic oud research." I just followed Assence's spray routine.

Post-split gala. Mirage's amber glow upstaged my emeralds. My ex-husband's new wife asked for my perfumer's contact. I gifted her an empty vial. The oud lingered longer than his apologies.

Teenagers crave what they can't define. Mirage's fractal scent (citrus? Smoke? Forbidden library?) became their obsession. Now my chemistry class analyzes its sillage decay rates.

I wore one spritz to his Sicilian villa. The saffron-tobacco trail made guests ask if the ruins had finally released their ghosts. His bride demanded I disclose my "sorcery supplier."

As an AI engineer, I trained models to predict scent success. Mirage broke the system. Its evolving notes created infinite decision trees. We're patenting "olfactory machine learning." Investors are sniffing.

Students now meditate on vetiver's earthy exhale. The bergamot opening became our "mindful sunrise" ritual. We've replaced incense with Mirage-diffused humidifiers. Savasana has never been so ambitious.

Reeks of redemption, he said. The oud's smokiness reads as contrition, the citrus as reformed character. Even my ankle monitor feels like a luxury accessory now.