Archives 69 est l’essence d’Etat Libre d’Orange. C’est un parfum conçu pour libérer les sens et ouvrir le coeur à tous les possibles. C’est une invitation au plaisir, une ode à la séduction. Il s’offre sans restriction, libéré de toute règle et de tout règlement. Il vous appartient d’en faire ce que vous voulez. Archives 69 est le parfum de la libération sensuelle. «Sacré soleil, tu te régales des cuisses incarnates entre les cuisses du temple.» Henri PICHETTE, Les Épiphanies. «Je rêve… pensai-je. Les deux sexes ne peuvent être réunis en une seule personne.» Boris VIAN, Écrits pornographiques.
Masculin/féminin, le parfum de la peau sur la peau, audacieux mais doux, comme le parfum que laisserait une veste de cuir sur une peau fraîchement poudrée.
( Rhum, gingembre, noix de coco, baie, calamus, absolu d’osmanthus, absolu de jasmin Egyptien, ylang-ylang, lorenox, patchouli, accord cuir, santal…)
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.
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.
BRUME PARFUMÉE POUR LE LINGE, LE CORPS ET L’ESPRIT. Flâner dans les jardins parisiens est un émerveillement de tous les instants. Entre les allées plantées et fleuries, loin du bruit de la ville, le temps s’arrête et l’esprit se met à rêver. La brume parfumée Faubourg Saint-Antoine, aux notes de sciure de bois mêlée à la résine, s’inspire de ces moments privilégiés – dans l’une des plus belles villes du monde – où chaque souvenir trouve aussi son parfum.
Vaporisez quelques touches de brume parfumée autour de vous, sur votre linge ou sur votre peau, pour parfumer délicatement votre quotidien.
THE AFTERNOON OF A FAUN – Parfum Etat libre d’Orange
85,00€ – 130,00€
Did I love a dream?
The faun, a creature of sylvan life, awakens from his mid-day sleep and contemplates his morning’s pursuit of alluring nymphs. In his reflections, the chase takes on libidinous proportions as he seeks to satisfy his desire.
It is a beautiful memory – but did it really happen? Images fade. Those delicious sensations that tease his mind grow vague, and he cannot recapture the events. Reality eludes him, confusion reigns, until he is no longer certain if he is remembering fact or fancy. Once again, he is overcome by sleep, which can only lead to more dreaming.
Inspired by Vaslav Nijinski, created in collaboration with Mx Justin Vivian Bond
In 1912, when Nijinsky danced the story in Paris, he created a scandal. Shameless, the critics declared. The carnal subtext of Mallarme’s poem had become an explicit expression of a sexual appetite. The ballet went beyond the sensual to a demonstration of powerful virility.
In this scent, find the relationship between the suggestive fantasy and the seductive reality. Then go ahead and make your own scandal.
The water slips over him as if sliding down a marble rock, sinking into the grooves of his muscles, vanishing into his pores. This is fresh, pure water, with top notes of aldehydes and lemon, a water that washes away the sins of the night and leaves the skin luminous. Tom of Finland feels clean, like a shaving from a cake of soap. It is an ode to the beauty of the male body and to the radiance of the natural self.
For this man, clothing becomes a jewel-case that serves to reveal the true erotic power of the flesh. Tom of Finland is a breath of fresh air, offering unrestricted access to the immense outdoors, the depths of the forest, with notes of birch leaves, cypress, galbanum and pine at its heart. Straight, gay… These words are irrelevant here. Tom of Finland is beyond sexuality — he is sex, in all its fullness and magnitude, open and erect. Fantasy clings to him like his leather jacket, with suede, musk, and ambergray in the base notes. His belt is fastened with an accord of pepper and spicy-fresh saffron, tangled with a blond suede sensuality on a vanilla bed of tonka bean and iris. This is a man who wants to play, to love, to die and be reborn, again and again. Tom of Finland is a tribute to tomorrow’s glorious possibilities.
Accord intense, poudré et sensuel de benjoin, d’ylang-ylang et de ciste, teinté de délicates notes de bergamote, de fleur d’oranger et de lavande. Sublimé par un absolu de fève tonka d’une rare beauté, Très Russe dévoile au fil du temps ses multiples nuances, pour une signature olfactive d’une grande noblesse.
When the Putain des Palaces enters into a Dangerous Complicity, a relationship is born. It is a marriage of mystery, an uneasy merger of hearts and minds and flesh.
We have taken the best of two exquisite formulations, combining the explicitly seductive powers of rose, violet, and powder with the implicit perils of rum and patchouli.
What emerges from this satanic union of temptation and danger, jeopardy and passion, is a sweet and shocking folly. She sips her rum through rose-red lips and wonders what beast she must adore tonight, what hearts she must break. She is Rimbaud’s Beauty, and the man who takes her in his arms may find her bitter, but desire conquers fear. She dazzles him with the violet rays of her eyes that hold the memory of her vices, and he cannot escape. Because lust is in the eyes of the beholder.
YOU OR SOMEONE LIKE YOU – Parfum Etat libre d’Orange
It should be clear that You Or Someone Like You is not some kind of olfactory landscape painting. Anne is a serious gardener — I wrote a trellis of roses into her garden, I wrote in mint and wild grasses though the individual raw materials are in the end irrelevant. What You is is whatever you find it is. A scent you transplant to yourself. Synthetic and natural beauty. Possibility.”
— Chandler Burr