Balmain – Ivoire parfum, 8ml. I want to sleep in a gauzy degraded Deborah Turbeville photograph forever, crumbling abandoned stone châteaux, ivy curling and vining on the interior, 18th c. tapestries layered with dust, heaviness, decay, alabaster tomb coolness, and smell like this – intensely bitter galbanum encasing a shadowy rose and carnation, a forgotten pressed flower album.