Etat libre d'orange

HEART NOTES: Brioche Accord, Laurel Essence, Orange Blossom Absolute / BASE NOTES: Amber Woods, Rum, Vanilla Infusion, Vanilla Absolute / HEAD NOTES: Benzoin Siam, Davana, Essence of Cistus / GENDER: Unisex / Definition of true love Some have known it, others have yet to experience it, but all are waiting or looking for it. It will come. “I often have this strange, penetrating dream,” we whisper in the warm, enveloping arms of benzoin and davana. The vague but strong hope, nurtured alone on a quilt of old-fashioned brioche, when it becomes reality, when the encounter takes place, at last, everything makes sense. The other is a home, a haven, a shelter. Words fail us, but souls speak to each other transparently. Our ancient hearts find their way back to each other. I already know you, our mouths say in chorus. The first morning of buttered bread and orange blossom, tasted in the laurels of the day before. We soar in an intoxication of the depths of feeling, still haloed by rum, infused with vanilla and salivating cocoa. Full of the body you want to devour. On the pillow, we leave our signature, the bare-skin effect of Orcanox, the negligee of amber woods and patchouli. We'll meet again tonight, tomorrow or in another life. True love is an eternal restart. We'll meet again tonight, tomorrow or in another life. On the pillow, we leave our signature, the bare-skin effect of Orcanox, the negligee of amber woods and patchouli. We fly into an intoxication of the depths of feeling, still haloed by rum, infused with vanilla and salivating cocoa. Full of the body you want to devour. First morning of buttered bread and orange blossom, tasted in the laurels of the previous day. I already know you, say our mouths in chorus. Our ancient hearts find their way back to each other. Words fail us, but our souls speak to each other transparently. The other is a home, a haven, a shelter. The vague but strong hope, nurtured alone on a quilt of old-fashioned brioche, when it becomes reality, when the meeting takes place, at last, everything makes sense. “I often have this strange, penetrating dream,” we whisper in the warm, enveloping arms of benzoin and davana. Some have known it, others have yet to experience it, but all are waiting or looking for it. It will come.