Lait Concentré is the kind of fragrance that feels like looking at an album of overexposed light-filled pictures from your childhood.
Created in 1995 by Pierre Bourdon (with Maurice Roger), Dolce Vita is a knot of contrasts: mouthwatering, but not quite gourmand; the essence of sheer femininity, but still somehow strangely woody, dry, and perfectly unisex
“More is more” should have been the slogan for this perfume. It’s a cornucopia of fruits, overflowing with youthful excess and sparkly brilliance, sheer olfactory “bling-bling” carried almost to the dangerous border of kitsch
Pure Poison smells of frostbite, the kind of cold that covers any odor with intricate crystals of oblivion, wipes away any trace of memory, whites out any shred of colored splinters, punishes any detour from the white decor
Smells of sand raised in the sun, warm dunes, the spice market with fruit baskets spilled over the piles of cardamom and pepper. The dust is slowly settling, and in chiaroscuro, we see a perfect rose, with petals as beautiful and intricate as a baroque lace
Suspended floating on my imaginary forest lake, surrounded by impossibly perfect waterlilies, ripe fluffy peaches, frozen in time, still and endless like in an eternal summer vacation time-loop.
I can’t help but think of Alice in wonderland and the “Drink me” potion. Lolita does not shrink your size, but once you take the first whiff of the intoxicating licorice, the laws of reality seem to be re-written using a sparkly, magic ink.
Dark, moody, erotic, blurring the lines between gender and sexuality, Black Orchid has the dreamlike feel of falling through a downward spiral made of heavy and dark curtains of velvet.
In Chinese mythology, the peaches were said to grow in the orchard of a goddess, and are believed to confer immortality on to those who consumed them. The legend said that when the peaches ripened every 3000 years and the event was celebrated in a banquet held by the Baxian
Wonderful to wear, comfortable like a second skin (once you make it yours); regardless of season (its beautiful bitter bite works perfectly with humid summer heat) not tied to an occasion – I have worn it to full glammed up “du soir” opera evenings and to morning walks in the park – it acts and feels like having a bubble of self-awareness and comfortable relaxation.