This lotion is a sensory oxymoron. Barely white, like a lotion, it lies nonchalantly on the skin, murmuring its little song of softness. But under its delicate tune, it brings unknown facets of a fragrance to life. The rose infusion is nuanced by particularly sharp, almost lemony, accents. The rose’s green notes can also be perceived, as if the zest of a citrus fruit had awakened a duet of slumbering petals and leaves. For Philosykos, it is something else altogether: behind the lotion’s freshness, the fruity nature of the fig tree reveals itself with the same sensation provided by biting into a juicy fig.