Sunburst

The moment Sunburst touches my skin, I'm no longer rushing through emails. I'm walking through Sicilian citrus groves at dawn. Three colleagues asked if I'd changed my perfume mid-meeting as the amber emerged. Twelve hours later, my pillow still whispers its solar kiss.

Wore Sunburst to a gala where even the chandeliers seemed dimmer. A venture capitalist mistook me for the hostess, drawn by the scent's golden trail. Compared to my usual Tom Ford, this feels like upgrading from candlelight to sunrise.

Applied Sunburst before a Tokyo-to-Dubai flight. Stepped off the plane 14 hours later to a compliment: "You smell like someone important." The mimosa clung to my blazer for days, turning layovers into love letters.

As someone with olive complexion, most citrus scents turn bitter. Sunburst? It amplifies my warmth. My fiancé now calls it "your golden hour perfume" after noticing how the musk deepens at sunset.

Wore it to a silent retreat. By day three, three strangers had slipped me notes asking about the fragrance. Sunburst speaks louder when you don't.

Spritzed it before sealing a merger. The bergamot's confidence boost faded into amber's gravitas as negotiations deepened. The deal closed at hour six. Precisely when the guaiac wood emerged. Coincidence?

Used to save Yellow Diamond for special occasions. Sunburst's microencapsulated citrus lasts three hours longer on my acidic skin. My bottle now gathers dust like a retired sun.

Attended a gallery opening where the curator followed my trail through rooms. "Your presence lingers," she remarked, unaware it was Sunburst's 8-foot projection. The art? Merely background

Wore it during investor pitch stress. The neroli's calm sliced through my anxiety sharper than any meditation app. Secured funding before the base notes arrived.

My 3-year-old demands I wear Sunburst daily: "Mama smells like yellow." Even her plush bunny now bears its solar imprint. A scent that bridges boardrooms and bedtime.

Blind-tested against five luxury citrus scents at a perfumery masterclass. Sunburst was the only one described as "expensive" by all 12 participants. Victory wears amber.

Wore it through a London winter. The orange blossom's warmth fooled my body into believing I'd escaped to Santorini. My therapist calls it "scent therapy." I call it survival.