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A contemporary vision of this historic vase; unprecedented realism that has been pushed to the extreme. Lily-of-the-valley: bare.
There are moments when everything can be transformed, when it is impossible to distinguish the real from the unreal.
The moment was electric charged with lemon, SWEET LIME energy. The unexpected laid down the law. The start was announced. Outside, the world accelerated.
It was red she wanted, the blush of excitement, the tumescence of bitten lips strawberry flesh, the carnation in his buttonhole. Moving closer, driving him crazy, shedding her shyness to wrap herself in the steamy, playful, sensuous frills of CRÈME DE MARRON.
Deny yourself nothing and do not resist this desire shrouded in voluptuous mystery amber note. Yes, it is unreasonable, but it is down to that silky bronzed skin SANDALWOOD and to that soft, sun-kissed velvet, so beautiful, so warm tolu with a taste that I imagine to be all the more addictive because it is forbidden.
The world stirred, preparing its early morning with freshness and joy…washed. That first gleam of light that caressed the eyelashes was soft peony notes, we could have bathed in the clear fountain for its transparency, for its sheer blossoming of life ROSE.
The world stirred, preparing its early morning with freshness and joy…washed. That first gleam of light that caressed the eyelashes was soft peony notes, we could have bathed in the clear fountain for its transparency, for its sheer blossoming of life ROSE
As the horizon cleared, the desire for escape was stirring. Dawn or dusk? The smell of the promised land and of lucerne, of the quiver of a summer with a magnolia soul, of BERGAMOT
Silence was on the prowl. You could hear it breathing, lurking like desire. The calmness felt only temporary. Drowsiness gained life, slow jasmine and heavy PATCHOULI.
No, this rose is not cute! It hates girly, baby doll, pastel pink or layettes. It is the pink that flushes the cheeks. It is blushing and bright, and this rose boasts only four letters: dare! Fearless, it's the hour of the exploding rose. An unprecedented pink, in touch with its time, with what is fresh and pop.
Tangible, delicate, concrete reality... as long as you can find a way to reach it! Imagine if it were possible, as a time traveller, to enter L'HEURE PERDUE – the lost hour in which we could once again share the pleasure of a long-forgotten childhood treat.
It was time to capture a life full of fresh early mornings, Petit grain, FRESH HERBS at the dawn of intentions. Everything seemed possible – love, creation, belief.
Rosemary green and lavender blue… An old nursery rhyme leads us back to a medicinal garden grown wild with sprightly aromatic herbs, wise plants picked to cheer body and soul.
Designed to be worn alone or in combination, in keeping with the oriental tradition of marrying different fragrances on the skin.
Cartier brings oud and amber together in a creative battle between two great fragrance legends from the East. The forces balance each other out with an addictive accord.
With incandescent oud wood, Cartier refreshes the amber embers of a bouquet of freshly-picked mint leaves.
Voluptuous wafts of sweet-smelling Oud resin immerse the senses, discreetly dispensing its delicate and restrained scent.
Unadorned Oud resin, its bareness and purity paying homage to the essence of this noble ingredient.
This rose plays with gender, mixing both the floral and the masculine, the rough and the smooth. A men's rose for women who wear men's fragrance, who flirt with ambivalence, plunge into the oud, rugged, gloomy and wear a dinner jacket with nothing underneath. Unstoppable.
The Oud wood is illuminated with ginger, its delicious freshness tempered with natural Sichuan pepper.
Natural Oud resin has the captivating magnetism of sensual, seductive sandalwood, as smooth and sweet as plum syrup.