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Andevalo was born under the blazing sun of western Andalusia. A land where cistus shrubs exude a thick, resinous gum saturated with heat and light. This extrait is built around a trio of labdanum extracts, expressing their full ambery depth. Strawberry CO₂ extract, along with raspberry and black cherry accords, bring a pulpy, sensual brightness, quickly absorbed by supple leather and mineral warmth. Enveloping dark woods and patchouli leave a dense and long-lasting trail of smoke and dark sweetness.

Perfumers: Coralie Spicher and Fabrice Pellegrin 

Tiger Rouge summons the mythical Red Tiger, embodying the soul of the Indian wilderness. Fierce black pepper, pimento and paprika contrast with blood orange and lemon myrtle, with cinnamon and cloves weaving through the landscape. Muscular Hainan oud and Indian vetiver put meat on the bones, while rose, cherry and pomegranate add bright, voluptuous beauty.

“Bain de minuit” is French for “skinny dipping”, and what could be more decadent than a midnight splash au natural in a giant vat of strawberries, cherries and vanilla? The initial fruity-tootiness gives way to a tough ‘n’ tropical accord of monoï oil and leather, with jasmine and praline singing the high and low harmonies.

Perfumer: Julien Plos

The charming and playful dancer warms up before her debut. Talented and passionate she radiates confidence and anticipation. Deliciously, exciting and unexpected. Sweet almond and ripe cherries contrast with sandalwood and vanilla for a floral, sweet and woody intensity. 

The name means “sinful loves”, but there’s no sin in loving a perfume as irresistible as Amori Peccatori. This parfum deposits a quick kiss of fresh grapefruit and pink pepper before getting straight to the point: a plush pillow of orris, tonka bean and vanilla. The base of patchouli, amber and animalic musks lets people know you mean business.

Perfumer: Maud Chabanis

The Flower of the Rising Sun!

The blooms of osmanthus, also known as sweet olive, exude sweet, fruity, leathery notes. In its creation bearing the blossom’s name, Molinard presents a surprising twist, blending the intoxicating floral notes of jasmine and tuberose with an irresistibly velvety duet of iris powder and apricot.

A sensuously carnal creation brimming with insouciance and freedom!

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Perfumer: Fabrice Pellegrin

A formula which works like an ornate jewel case: all of the ingredients (pepper, cedar, vanilla and musk) hold the most precious of perfume materials– orris, in all its powdery suede glory.

Glowing red in the dusk, this latex cherry is spiced with clove, dusted with heliotrope, rolled in vanilla, smoked in tobacco. It’s cushy and cozy, but just a little wicked. 20359 is the postcode of St Pauli, the Hamburg district where 32.JULI was founded. For centuries, sailors arriving through Hamburg's harbour, artists, musicians and night owls have shaped the neighbourhood's unmistakable character. Known for its independent spirit, iconic nightlife and historic red light district, Sankt Pauli is a place where stories begin. The fragrance captures the anticipation of an evening just unfolding, lifting the cocktail cherry from the first drink of the night.

971 is the international phone code for the United Arab Emirates, a shorthand for the heritage and spirit of the UAE. The inspiration for 971 comes directly from traditions of the homeland: dates, a symbol of Emirati hospitality and abundance; honey, reflecting sweetness and generosity; and cinnamon, adding warmth and spice reminiscent of local flavors. Bold, yet comforting.

The perfume was inspired by contemplation at the Serpentine Lake in Hyde Park, London.

Nature and people come together to celebrate the summer Solstice. Light tobacco smoke rises above the tall grass, drowning merry people in its sweet cloud.

Ripe berries and plant seeds attract park squirrels and other animals. White Royal swans fall asleep in the pond. A light breeze ripples the surface of the water.
The mystical snake (serpent) rustles on the dewy evening grass and disappears into the fern, frightening the screaming birds.
Everything around is immersed in a bohemian night.