TUBEREUSE
Perfumer: Nicolas Beaulieu
A room with a view: on her bare skin, the reminiscence of ecstasy and in the air, a slender trail of cigarette smoke. The indelible mark of love, the burning memory of lustful passion. A narcotic perfume, the thrill of the forbidden, a return to perfume’s natural instincts.
An unforgettable sigh of sensuality. In the heart of this bouquet of fluorescent tuberoses, deceptively wise white flowers emerges a fiery accord of tobacco, galbanum and vanilla. An olfactory fireball capable of consuming hearts and bodies.
Perfumer: Nicolas Beaulieu
A room with a view: on her bare skin, the reminiscence of ecstasy and in the air, a slender trail of cigarette smoke. The indelible mark of love, the burning memory of lustful passion. A narcotic perfume, the thrill of the forbidden, a return to perfume’s natural instincts.
An unforgettable sigh of sensuality. In the heart of this bouquet of fluorescent tuberoses, deceptively wise white flowers emerges a fiery accord of tobacco, galbanum and vanilla. An olfactory fireball capable of consuming hearts and bodies.