Heroine

A vintage carnival kind of scent. Candied fruit, wooden roller coasters, kettle corn, nosegays wrapped in glassine paper for the victors at the striped game tent. Amidst the sensory rush of the fairgrounds, you've got it all adrift, like a wide open tent for your senses: Citrus blossoms, caramel-glazed confections and an impossibly delectable spray of tangy, aromatic zest. Maybe even a little fruity tonic sold by the vendor whose smile invites you to come back and ride the coaster at midnight.