I'D RATHER BE IN FUCKING MONACO Feels like: Your favorite place Scent: St.Tropez Sunset: The Sunset glows iridescent with orange and purple hues. Foreshadowing the sensual languor of the evening, Jasmine wafts on the breeze. The yachts glow and sway in the harbor. The air is caressed with the citrus sweetness of the hot summer day and the scent of Italian Mandarins. The sea sparkles playfully like champagne in a glass. The faint breeze awakens the sensuous longing of Amber and Vanilla. Life caresses and sparkles in the glow of St.Tropez Sunset Scent:  Monaco Midnight: The purr of a Porsche on the driveway leading to the mansion. The sea shimmers under the moonlight. The scent of lemon trees intertwines with the smell of French lavender by the edge of the swimming pool, the water is still warm from the hot summer day. The robe breathes a sigh of Egyptian cotton as it floats from shoulders to the ground. The scents intoxicate, with the expectation and thrill of Midnight in Monaco