Cher is myth and moonlight, sequins and survival. Born in California, she rose like a desert storm into superstardom — part Armenian goddess, part rock-and-roll oracle. A glittering phoenix and eternal shapeshifter, she’s always larger than the moment, always impossible to forget.
Deep and jeweled, smoky blackberries and twilight-sweet blueberries swirl into a ballad in velvet.
Earthy pistachios, sultry cardamom, and perfumed honey. It evokes something ancient and elegant.
Radiant crescents of citrus — the sparkling finale, bright and defiant.
Like stepping into a velvet cabaret at midnight. Dark berries hum low and sultry, lush, mysterious, and soulful, like her voice cutting through a ballad, jeweled pistachio and cardamom shimmer, and rosewater honey drapes like blessing. Tangerine slices crown the stage, cutting through with sunlit mischief. Bold, sensual, unforgettable, leaving you dazzled long after the last bite.
Cher is myth and moonlight, sequins and survival. Born in California, she rose like a desert storm into superstardom — part Armenian goddess, part rock-and-roll oracle. A glittering phoenix and eternal shapeshifter, she’s always larger than the moment, always impossible to forget.
Deep and jeweled, smoky blackberries and twilight-sweet blueberries swirl into a ballad in velvet.
Earthy pistachios, sultry cardamom, and perfumed honey. It evokes something ancient and elegant.
Radiant crescents of citrus — the sparkling finale, bright and defiant.
Like stepping into a velvet cabaret at midnight. Dark berries hum low and sultry, lush, mysterious, and soulful, like her voice cutting through a ballad, jeweled pistachio and cardamom shimmer, and rosewater honey drapes like blessing. Tangerine slices crown the stage, cutting through with sunlit mischief. Bold, sensual, unforgettable, leaving you dazzled long after the last bite.