Pentachord White is like a story, whispered in soft voice to a woman's ear. A woman with golden honey hair, a woman who wears pearls and silk dresses. A woman who pours a bit of milk in her green tea, who preffers her hot chocolate to be white, creamy and with a vanilla scent, and she never drinks it hot. She just wait for it to form a thin film meant to hide the smoldering heat from inside the cup. That's how this perfume is: emotion, voice tremble and sweet taste on the lips.