The portrait of a woman incredibly free.
Free to think, free to act.
She was not born in Paris but Paris adopts her.
Because she conveys the joy of living and loving in the moment.
A precious flacon,
intricately carved like the labyrinth of Parisian streets,
as soft as the sheets she has just left behind,
as pink as an early morning sky,
as couture as the YSL label on black leather.
A grand floral with a woody structure, luminous even in its mystery.
A grand floral with a woody structure, luminous even in its mystery, PARISIENNE is the perfume of
ultra femininity, warmed by the touch of the man who embraced her.
The top note adds the shine of vinyl, an ultra modern wink to gloss, varnish or the metal of a spike heel, before the tartness of cranberry adds a point of bitter sharpness - the evocation of a certain impertinence softened by sparkling, succulent, fruity blackberry, symbol of an epicurean PARISIENNE.
The floral heart beats wildly with the absolute femininity of the Damask rose, which harmonizes perfectly with the powdery violet, sensual and carnal like leather worn by Kate Moss. In contrast, the peony gives a breath of PARISIENNE youth and a hint of morning freshness.
The base note brings tumult and intensity in its woody wake. First with patchouli, the ultimate in mystery. And when the masculinity of vetiver flirts with the feminine eroticism of musk and sandalwood, one knows that this PARISIENNE knew a “night of love”
