Crisp apple, pear, peach and a splash of lemon, all cold and sparkling, like the first frost that turns your nose pink. Then jasmine and violet open slowly, like a white gown rustling down a staircase.

Toward the end, vanilla and musk melt the ice and leave a clean, powdery sweetness close to the skin. The Snow Queen seems cold at first, but after an hour by the flame she turns surprisingly warm. Light it on a winter Sunday with hot tea and fogged windows.