White Blood refers to the pale, living fluid in the stem of a flower. In this case, an imaginary flower with opalescent petals. Seemingly a “nothing” colour, here white reveals itself as the sum of a thousand shades: layered iridescences, light diffracting at every angle. A crisp, appealingly sour opening of starfruit launches into a dense tropical juice of tiaré and watery pink lotus. Like the kaleidoscopic pastels of an opal, a rainbow of scent impressions drift by: is that rose? Ylang-ylang? Kiwi? The enigma continues through the drydown, which stays intriguingly cold and refreshing.