This magic potion, this instrument of transformation, could only be made by pounding armfuls of roses. Roses with thorny stems that give lavish flowers, exuberant petals, scandalous fantasies, swollen, trembling with the sweat of impatience and desire. Roses, red with blood, a sharp note that leaves the taste of fire on the lips that suck a finger pricked by a thorn. A bleeding rose. A candy rose. A rose that tastes like fresh milk, a baby bottom with talcum powder, a richness of sugary kisses. At Etat Libre d'Orange, the Virgin rarely strays from the Whore. Maybe it's the same. Warmed by the fire of this woman, the noses have embraced a fanciful vision. They have created for her a perfume of protection, a refuge on the battlefield of love. Defensive yet transparent, Eau de Protection conceals as well as reveals. For her, a caress is demanded, while those around her are amazed. The noses have extracted the deepest part of her, her essence. They have distilled your honey and squeezed the juice from your heart. In collaboration with Rossy de Palma. Top notes: Bitter orange, ginger, black pepper, heart notes: Turkish Rose Absolute Orpur, Jasmine, Heliotrope, base notes: Absolute tonka bean, Orpur of benzoin, Orpur of patchouli
