The Story
Why it exists.
The beginning
Love Me More arrived in 2018, and the title does most of the work upfront. Touch It. Night's Again. Undress Me Slowly. The whole catalog talks this way, less like a product label and more like something you'd murmur to someone in a low-lit room. Love Me More sits in that lane, a sentence instead of a shelf word. The composition reads like one of those diary entries written on cream paper, the kind where the writer is being honest with themselves about what they want and what they won't admit out loud. The scent itself feels like that moment of wanting, the breath before the answer, the question still hanging in the warm air between two people who haven't quite decided what they are yet. There's a hush to it.
What's interesting here is the structural honesty. Love Me More doesn't pretend to be a clean floral or a pure gourmand. It stacks Tuscan leather against Black Vanilla Husk and biscuit in the same breath, then pulls saffron and thyme into the middle like it's daring you to notice the contradiction. The powdery note tying everything together is the quiet move. It takes what could read as costume, smoky leather over sweet dough, and softens the seams until the whole thing feels like one material.
The evolution
The opening hits before you're ready. Saffron and thyme push forward first, giving the leather an herbal sharpness that almost reads savory, like the scent of a coat just brought in from cold air. That opening stretch is the most aggressive the fragrance gets, and it's where the composition stakes its claim. Biscuit arrives quickly, sweet but dry, cutting the herbs before they overstay their welcome. The heart settles soon after into its real character. Tuscan leather softens, vanilla husk warms underneath, and the whole thing takes on a suede quality, less jacket and more pillow. The powdery note becomes the unifying texture, lending a cosmetic softness that makes the leather feel worn-in rather than stiff. White musk arrives underneath and stays there quietly, doing the work of making everything feel like skin rather than product. The drydown is where Love Me More earns its title.
Cultural impact
Wearers who connect with Love Me More tend to describe it in personal terms, less as a fragrance and more as a private signal. The title invites that. It's not asking to be recognized in a room so much as asking to be felt up close, in the quiet radius between two people. The leather-vanilla-biscuit stack reads like something someone would reach for on a night they want to be softer than usual, more open, less armored. It becomes less about how it performs and more about what it allows the wearer to admit, even to themselves.
