It takes you to the edge, to the confines of truth, where you can’t decide between a dream and a lie. It’s fake – but that’s not it. It’s legit – but that’s not it.   Just float on that gloomy pleasure between waters. The devil’s intrigue lets you go incognito.   Dream passes by, made of rice milk, as soft as cashmere. Orange blossom and sandalwood meld in a liqueur of amber and vanilla.