Cut a maracujá in half and the smell hits before you look down, tart, floral, something almost fermented at the edge, the way ripe fruit smells when the sun has been on it all afternoon. The seeds are black and slick inside the yellow pulp. Nothing about it is subtle.
This soap carries that moment onto skin, the passion fruit oil lathers clean, the ground seeds exfoliate, and underneath it all a quiet darkness: dry oud and amber, the shadow the fruit casts when the day cools.
