Etat Libre d'Orange Parfumer

Træagtig, frisk. I denne parfume samlede vi Guillaume Apollinaires poesi, skønheden ved en bro og romantikken i Paris. Et spor af sandeltræ, pink peber og cedertræ.

The latest addition to the Etat Libre d'Orange universe is here! We welcome "Frustration" The Jungle Essence A spicey and woody scent with a touch of vanilla! Top notes:Cumin HE, Cinnamon HE, Pure RhumJungle Essence™ Heart notes:PureVanillaJungle Essence™,VanillaAbsolute,Ciste Absolute Base notes:Chestnut Wood Accord,Bourbon Vetiver HE,Vinyl Gaiacol – MANE Biotech FULL DESCRIPTION A perfume is a mixture. A mixture like miscellanea that clash between words and materials to explain just a little, without explaining too much, the why of a perfume.Frustration. During asummera few years ago, while walking on the Ramblas in Barcelona, I listened to a song by Rare Bird, an English band of progressive rock from the 70s. The song was called Sympathy, and the chorus was"and sympathy is what you need my friend, and sympathy is what you need my friend cause there's not enough love to go ‘round, No, there's not enough love to go ‘round...". And there, suddenly, with the richness of a whole psychoanalytical past (according to Lacan), this same past which sometimes foists my strength on others or sometimes my great weakness on myself, there emerged from the refrain a word stronger than sympathy. It planted its black flag of melancholy in the heart of my mind, and issued forth a word more correct, more vast, more true, more sincere, more useful since forged in the experience of life:FRUSTRATION. And then to sing again in my head the substituted refrain"...And frustration is what you need my friend, and frustration is what you need my friend." Frustration, the eldest daughter of renunciation and the sister of perfume, since perfume proceeds like frustration in the game of love. It gives by taking up, a fullness never satisfied, an enjoyment started but never achieved, an infinite movement of desire without completion, without apotheosis, an instillation that excites, seduces, lulls, dominates and annoys like a Bolero by Ravel.Frustration. So take a vanilla bean, a garden rose with s

Top notes: Bergamot Italy Orpur,Incense Essence Somalia Orpur,Pink peppercorn CO2 Orpur Heart notes:Iris butter Orpur,Rose Absolute Orpur, Suede Accord Base notes:Sandalwood Essence Australia Orpur,Georgy wood Accord,Vanilla Absolute Madagascar Orpur FULL DESCRIPTION In One Thousand and One Nights, there is this wonderful expression for addressing a loved one: to say “soul of my soul,” signifying the emptiness of living without one's love. I remember Aladdin's warm voice - crackling out of a record player on a 45 rpm - speaking to Badroulboudour. He calls her "my princess, soul of my soul." I was 7 years old at the time, and I asked my mother for the meaning of soul. She replied, "There is no single definition. It is an invisible presence that links us to the divine, a little like the Vanilla trail of the perfume that you want to follow. The soul travels to infinity in space and time and connects us to the whole. It is a fragment of that which is beautiful and perfect in each of us, that returns us to heaven and remains on earth when we disappear. Perfume continues the presence of this fragment, and the soul proceeds in the same way." A few years later, through the sustained reading of One Thousand and One Nights, I learned that the relationship to the body is nothing without a relationship to the soul, though for some, sensuality seemed to be an excellent substitute for the soul. To embrace each other could be an innovative way of instilling in each other a drop of the white and cosmic soul that flowed into the primordial ocean before the world came into being. We have here a perfume that speaks of the fire-god of Persia and the gods of India, the worship of offerings, Mesopotamia, milk and clarified butter to honor the gods. And to remember, by a wake in the air, the foaming whiteness of the soul that comes from everything. Here, perfume is soul, soul is perfume. A creamy explosion, where musk intermingles with iris butter and transmits the powerful balm of vanill

A universal fragrance. By the spice i remain. The materials chosen are universal, intense, and rare. There is the perspective of a wake before eternity between oud and spices that serve the rose. With this flower, everything begins and ends, like the renaissance and poetry. « mignonne allons voir si la rose » wrote the poet pierre de ronsard in 1545. To save us by the rose. No more, no less. Top notes: Cardamom Pure Jungle Essence™, Pepper HE, Gingerbread Neo Jungle Essence™ Heart notes:Cinnamon, Turkish Rose Absolute, Saffron Base notes: Incense, Fir Balsam, Patchouli HE