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DANGEROUS COMPLICITY SPRAY 100ML (Eau de Parfum) - ÉTAT LIBRE D'ORANGE (Paris)

DANGEROUS COMPLICITY SPRAY 100ML (Eau de Parfum) - ÉTAT LIBRE D'ORANGE (Paris)

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Fruity, Floral

Once the aphrodisiac note of ginger and rum has been consumed, this perfume reveals the passionate pact between fruit, flower and flesh.

Top notes: Rum Pure Jungle Essence™, Ginger Pure Jungle Essence™, Coconut Jungle Essence™
Heart notes: Osmanthus Absolute, Jasmine Absolute, Ylang Ylang HE
Base notes: Lorenox™, Patchouli HE, Sandalwood

In three words: something dangerous

Dear transfixed lovers, this perfume was designed and formulated in English. You must therefore let yourself be tempted with confidence by osmanthus and jasmine or else return to English to understand its spirit.

Brexit obliges! Be dangerous and therefore unforgettable.

By its very nature, perfume conjures sensual collusion — between partners-in-crime drawn together despite themselves by its invisible, soundless siren call; between the scent and the skin that bears it; between the notes that conjoin to create a chimera. The downy bloom of an apricot cheek. The yielding softness of a white kid glove. The velvety warmth of a lover's body. Skin to be nipped or stroked…

Once the aphrodisiac rush of ginger and rum burns through, Dangerous Complicity reveals this passionate pact between fruit, flower and flesh.

The apricot, tea and violet facets of the tiny osmanthus blossom morph into delicate suede. The coconut-white petals of jasmine betray a whiff of the Beast lurking within the Beauty. The tropical lushness of ylang-ylang conjures salty, sun-kissed skin. The smoky creaminess of sandalwood hints at secret musky places in the chocolate-dark undergrowth of patchouli.

This is the scent of skin on skin — or should that be sin on skin? — intimate and sexy, edgy but smooth as a swans-down powder puff. The scent of leather and powder, or rather: the softly scented trace of a bad boy's leather jacket would leave on the powdered skin of a femme fatale. The masculine yielding to the feminine in a fragrant Folie à Deux — or is it the other way round?

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