vanilla de sol

vanilla de sol 🇪🇸

by Étoile Noire

Vanilla struts in, sugar-slick sway,
Not your sundae—it runs the café.
Cream with a wink, bold in its play,
This scent’s a dessert with the bills to pay.

Caramel whispers, spice on parade,
Confidence baked in a vanilla cascade.
It doesn’t beg, it owns the buffet—
This isn’t perfume… it’s crème brûlée.

Vanilla 01/12/26