"Making sure not regret anything"
A selection of fragrances, full of creativity.
This woman is on a journey, a quest to discover the answer to that eternal mystery – where is love? She peels away the layers of her private needs, her personal longings. She follows an instinctive path, to that place where now meets then, and she recognizes that the answer was there all along. And how does it feel, to find the scent that brings you home? Like this.
Jasmin et Cigarette
A tribute to the woman who ruled the silver screen, seductive and elusive in hazy black and white. She passes through the night leaving behind a trail of smoke and jasmine, demanding to be approached yet remaining unapproachable. The essence of glamour, she is an icon who becomes an addiction...
Fils de Dieu du Riz et des agrumes
Fils de dieu comes from the Philippines to spread a message of warmth and enlightenment. Here, find an innocent wisdom that points to dreams and liberation. This is the golden eye that reflects beauty and conflict, rapture and pain.
After the gentle top notes of orange blossom and marshmallow, the mood is broken with the unexpected accord of coffee, leather, and cold tobacco, all reminiscent of sleepless nights. Mini-tyrants impose their whims – but what sweet little monsters they are! ....
Tom of Finland
This is a fresh, pure water that can wash away the sins of the night. Clothing becomes merely ornamental, an insignificant wrapping paper that only serves to cloak the true erotic power of the flesh. This is a man who wants to play, to love, to ravish, and to be free of all inhibitions. Tom is sex.
Beneath this unassuming name lies the spice of blackcurrant bays, the musk of blond suede. As light as mohair, as precious as cashmere, this perfume is a second skin, a fusion of flesh and fragrance that leaves an unforgettable imprint...
Putain des Palaces
A sheer, sensuous fantasy. The powdered top note evokes a woman who dresses for seduction – a trace of lipstick, the rustling of lace -- the intimate ritual of a femme fatale who sees right through the fragile armor of men. Her sophistication is intriguing, as is the commerce she makes of her body. Under the bitter-sweet touch of almond, like a secret that unfolds, comes a hint of supple leather, fluid and flexible, that introduces what is to come: a boudoir, hands that tighten on a leatherette sofa and the palpable presence of raw desire.
Vierge et Toreros
Sunshine floods the arena, and the clamor of the spectators rises from the tiers like an offering. But no bulls will die today. This is the confrontation of masculine animal notes with the power of a flower. Wood and musk bite the dust in the face of the tuberose, while leather battles patchouli and berga¬mot defies the vetiver. And all are victorious...