Made in collaboration with Rossy de Palma, this magic potion, this instrument of transformation, could only be made by the crushing of armfuls of roses. Roses with thorny stems that yield lavish blossoms, lush petals, outrageous, puffed-up fantasies, trembling with the sweat of impatience and desire. Roses, red with blood, a piercing note leaving the flavor of fire on lips that suck the finger pricked by a thorn.
FULL DESCRIPTION
A bleeding rose. A candy rose. A rose that tastes of fresh milk, a talcum powdered baby’s bottom, a wealth of sugared kisses. At Etat Libre d’Orange, the Virgin rarely wanders far from the Whore. Perhaps she is one and 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 it reveals. For her, a caress is demanded, while those around her are struck with awe. The noses have extracted that which is most profound in her, the essence of her. They have distilled her honey and squeezed the juice from her heart.
MAIN NOTES
Black pepper, ginger, Bulgarian rose, bergamot, jasmine, benzoin from Laos, blood accord, patchouli, incense, cocoa
This is everything I want in the cloud of scent I demand around me. Sex, blood, roses...and a very familiar, unfamiliar something. Keeps the faint of heart at arm’s length. If I could purchase this by the gallon I would.
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Sonya N.
Only a sociopath would wear this to dinner
Smells like a bludgeoned florist, resulting in an explosion of roses and blood. Does not pair well with food. My new favorite fragrance.
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Rachel M
What I’ve been looking for
After choosing 13 other scents in the sample box as my favorites, I ordered a last minute sample of this one as well. I’ve been obsessively smelling my wrist all day trying to find the words to describe why i love it. Rose is one of my favorite florals, but most versions I find of it smell too vintage or are so blended with sweetness that it feels cute.
This scent is for a woman. I feel romantic, powerful and modern wearing it. Absolutely in love.
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SMad
Dark, lush yet modern
This scent is hard to reconcile into words, like a lot of scents here. It is a juicy rose with a woody/patchouli undercurrent. The description is quite accurate in that it truly is both virginal and whorish. The seam between seems like a powdery cool modernity. As per usual, allow this scent to morph in it's time because the first impression is not it's true heart, not even close. And a few hours out it becomes an unimaginably beautiful compulsion. Do yourself a favor and put some on the back of your hand so it's less conspicuous that you are obsessively smelling yourself. Put some on the backs of your ears and high on your neck if you want to become the source of another poor soon-to-be-lost soul's compulsion...
This is everything I want in the cloud of scent I demand around me. Sex, blood, roses...and a very familiar, unfamiliar something. Keeps the faint of heart at arm’s length. If I could purchase this by the gallon I would.
S
Sonya N.
Only a sociopath would wear this to dinner
Smells like a bludgeoned florist, resulting in an explosion of roses and blood. Does not pair well with food. My new favorite fragrance.
R
Rachel M
What I’ve been looking for
After choosing 13 other scents in the sample box as my favorites, I ordered a last minute sample of this one as well. I’ve been obsessively smelling my wrist all day trying to find the words to describe why i love it. Rose is one of my favorite florals, but most versions I find of it smell too vintage or are so blended with sweetness that it feels cute.
This scent is for a woman. I feel romantic, powerful and modern wearing it. Absolutely in love.
S
SMad
Dark, lush yet modern
This scent is hard to reconcile into words, like a lot of scents here. It is a juicy rose with a woody/patchouli undercurrent. The description is quite accurate in that it truly is both virginal and whorish. The seam between seems like a powdery cool modernity. As per usual, allow this scent to morph in it's time because the first impression is not it's true heart, not even close. And a few hours out it becomes an unimaginably beautiful compulsion. Do yourself a favor and put some on the back of your hand so it's less conspicuous that you are obsessively smelling yourself. Put some on the backs of your ears and high on your neck if you want to become the source of another poor soon-to-be-lost soul's compulsion...
