The Fragrance Kitchen Perfumes & Fragrances For Women
Fruity Ambery Top Mandarin, Plum Middle Jasmine, Rose Base Patchouli, Amber, Vanilla, Animalic notes A sensual and captivating perfume. "Find a place inside where there's joy, and the joy will burn out the pain." Joseph Campbell The wind howled outside and thrashed itself against the stone walls of the lighthouse. It always sounded more terrifying at night, as though the sun had the gift to keep the wind calm. In the darkness without the sun's light, the wind would unleash all its fury at the world. He sat hunched over, staring at the mug in his hands. He slowly swirled it around so that the coffee mimicked the ocean's swell. He had grown old, his weather-beaten face wrinkled by the salt and hard work. He was remembering his love, lost long ago to the inevitable tract of time. She was his beacon on long trips at sea, softly calling in his mind, helping him navigate home. He could feel her memory like a glowing coal inside him whilst he sat inside the echoing lighthouse that sat in the middle of the raging winds and the vast, menacing seas. 100 mL / 3.4 fl. oz.
Tribute to Yunnan Woody Ambery Top Lemon, Pineapple, Saffron Middle Rose, Amber, Cinnamon Base Patchouli, Labdanum, Amyris A strong and powerful patchouli illuminated by some floral and spicy notes. "If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading." Lao Tzu She was bound from her neck to her ankles. She moved her feet stiffly back and forwards, trying to release the tight grip of the ropes. The more she writhed and twisted, the tighter the ropes seem to become. She abruptly felt the ground quake. Her heart stopped. She strained to hear and understand the direction of the sound. Her heart stopped. She looked up and saw the black dragon slowly approach, its reptilian features coming into focus. She twisted and thrashed, desperation rapidly pumping through her body. As the dragon approached, she could feel the heat from its breath blanket her. It opened its mouth and, in one breath, released a tidal wave of black feathers, forced out like rolling ocean. They covered her and everything went black. She opened her eyes gingerly and felt the release of her arms. She moved her legs and looked down. There were no ropes and no dragon. She rubbed her wrists and stood up. She was free. 100 mL / 3.4 fl. oz.
Diamond Oriental Floral Woody Top Pink Pepper, Bergamot Middle Oud, Jasmine, Castoreum, Rose Base Amber, Musks, Gaiacwood, Patchouli She shone like white light, evanescent in the paleness of dawn. There was no denying her brilliance and it was said that something so beautiful could only come from a dream or divine power. She had the ability to make many wild with love and her fine feathers were greatly sought after. She cast a spell over all in that she was the sheer embodiment of purity and peace, a reminder to take pleasure in Mother Nature. She was a brilliant silver, her tail striking the eye with a fan of diamonds simulating stars in the night's sky. Come the coolness of the awakening day, she would spread out her feathers and display her beautiful plumage for all to see. Her white feathers sparkled with a opalescent quality, reflecting bold hues as the light struck at vivid angles. She was magnificent yet subtly fragile. Beautiful and untouchable. 100 mL / 3.4 fl. oz.
Aromatic Fougere Top Anise, Ginger, Mandarin Middle Lavender, Peppermint Base Cedarwood, Sandalwood, Labdanum, Musks A fresh and aromatic fragrance for modern men. "Lost time is never found again." Benjamin Franklin I quickened my pace. It was late and I was feeling the cold penetrate my coat. The night was brightly lit by the moon and the crisp stillness filled my ears. Hands shoved firmly in my pockets, and my shoulders hunched, I increased my stride. A car's headlights flashed over me as it passed. I glanced up against the cold wind and my eyes caught movement. A fox, at a trot, glided across the road, sleek and golden. It stopped by some boxes left out in front of a deli. As it rummaged around, nosing in between bags, I was transfixed by this creature of nature in the midst of its concrete surroundings. I was suddenly in love with its beauty and mystery, and stood fastened to the ground, eyes fixed in wonder. A couple making their way in my direction were laughing and chatting, full of evening cheer. I could hear their voices approaching and I broke my gaze from the fox, out of embarrassment of my awe at such a simple scene. Gathering my scarf closer around my neck, I moved on, allowing myself one last glance back. The fox was gone. I smiled, silently thanking the fox for its encounter. 100 mL / 3.4 fl. oz.
Spicy Woody Top Bergamot, Grapefruit Middle Incense, Pepper Base Cedarwood, Vetiver, Patchouli A woody and mysterious scent. "Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication." Leonardo da Vinci She tells me she feels like mother earth, her troubles wrapped up in her own creation. The mystic nature of her body is at the mercy of the tides and the cycles of the moon. She tells me her tears are the mountain's icy streams, running rivers of clear and fresh emotions, eventually drying like the rain-starved saltpans. She speaks of her blood, like the river's current, carrying life giving gifts around her body, flowing calmly one day and raging the next. She expresses the sorrows of her anxieties, sitting in the pit of her stomach, decaying like the earth's creatures at the hands of man. She tells me her body is a wonder of the universe; old and worn, fighting on despite the odds and shining beautifully even in the darkest of storms. 100 mL / 3.4 fl. oz.
Mukhalat Top Bergamot, Mandarin, Apple Middle Jasmin, Powder, Rose Base Animal, Patchouli, Leather Animalic and floral notes are mixed to give deepness and character to the fragrance. "There is only one difference between a madman and me. The madman thinks he is sane. I know I am mad." Salvador Dali Her feet were slightly damp, half licked by the ocean's gentle waves lapping at the shore. The grains of sand clung to her toes like microscopic sea creatures, grinding against each other under her movements. Her toes gripped the sand and lifted momentarily as she walked, the sand dropping to the ground in waves only to be picked up again with the next step. The grinding and raining down of sand created a soft repetitive rhythm. Crunch, silence, rain, thump. Crunch, silence, rain, thump. The rhythm picked up, quickening as she picked up her pace. Now the falling of the sand was barely audible between footsteps as she ran. Crunch, silence, thump, crunch, silence, thump. She moved faster and faster. As she ran, her weight tempered the amber sand in deeper footprints and behind her the sea washed over them erasing her path. Crunch, silence, rain, thump. Crunch, silence, rain, thump. The rhythm seemed louder, almost deafening, it was drumming heavily in her ears. The ocean and the sand's rhythm flushed out any thoughts in her head. She could go on forever. 100 mL / 3.4 fl. oz.
Top Herbal, Cardamom & Black Pepper Middle Galbanum, Cedar Atlas, Hinoki, Cumin & Jasmine Base Oud Buaya Laos, Amber & Musk He moved along the shadows as the drains spewed out thick clouds of steam, the distant police sirens wailing in the night. Wrapping his trench coat around him, he tried to dodge the large raindrops that dripped from the tarnished drain pipes running along the roofs of the battered shops. He knew his way around Chinatown well and flitted between alleyways, moving past men wheeling crates of goods and bustling kitchen staff smoking at the backs of restaurants. He found the door he was looking for and silently slipped into the brick facade out of the rain. The noises from the busy street were instantly muted with the thump of the door behind him. The smell of perfume instantly hit his nose and the aura of the place flooded back like a nostalgic dream. He felt his way along the darkened corridor flanked with maroon velvet curtains. He reached the door and knocked timidly. He heard a shuffle and soft movements, and the door clicked ajar. 100 mL / 3.4 fl. oz.
Green Chypre Top Lemon, Galbanum, Mandarin Middle Ylang, Carnation, Powder Base Foam, Vetiver, Solar Notes A rich and original galbanum / mandarin accord based on a wooded dry-out. "Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new." Albert Einstein The leaves darkened as the sun dropped lower in the sky. To his left, he heard a shout of excitement and his sister burst through the woods carrying a large birch branch, beaming with delight. He helped her with the weight of the wood as they wedged the final piece into place. Their little house was complete. They stood back to admire their haven in the forest, and their dog galloped around them in excitement. A gust picked up and swept around the clearing, causing them to hug their coats tightly. The wind grew stronger and they fought to clear their hair from their faces. Suddenly the wood trembled and their house came apart in the wind. The branches clattered down like dominoes and settled in a mass on the forest floor. His sister looked at him, her face grieving their loss. He knelt down and hunted through his backpack, pulling out a small gas lamp. He lit the wick, and passed the amber glow to his sister. She stood there, lamp in hand, as he began to pick up the pieces and rebuild their house. She put down the lamp and ran to his side to help. 100 mL / 3.4 fl. oz.
Tribute to Budapest Citrus Floral Musk Top Lemon, Lime, Bergamot, Tangerine Middle Rose, Jasmine, Apple Base Patchouli, Musk, Vetiver, Amber A firework of sparkling citrus enveloped by a sweet and voluptuous floral bouquet which provides slowly a musky breeze. "Love is a game that two can play and both win." Eva Gabor He sat perfectly still. She giggled at the appearance of the flowers entwined in a crown on his head. She fixed the last small daisy into place and sat back. He looked up at her and she giggled some more at the sight of him. The crickets filled the air and the dry grass scratched at their legs as they sat, hidden together in the meadow. This was their world for the moment, and no one could touch them. Her hair was tangled and whipped across her face gently in the breeze. Her shoes were scuffed and there was dirt under her nails. He took a blade of grass and nibbled on the end, watching her fall back in a relaxed joy, pressing the tall grass flat around her. This was the first moment he knew he was in love. 100 mL / 3.4 fl. oz.
A Mixture of Pure Oud and Pure Rose Top Saffron, Orange Middle Rose, Lily of the Valley Base Musk, Sandalwood, Amber Spicy saffron note illuminates the rosy heart and the musky dry-out. "Always forgive your enemiesnothing annoys them so much." Oscar Wilde The crackle of the fire pierces the silence and echoes off the stone walls. Her cheeks feel warm, but she feels cold inside. Her thoughts are caught in the previous day. She watched the noblemen standing as the snow fell, selecting their white or red flower, sealing their allegiance and their fate. Conflicting loyalties of blood, marriage and ambition swirl around inside her as imagines the war between the roses being played out in the darkness outside. She waits of news to be carried to her. 100 mL / 3.4 fl. oz.
Mukhalat Top Rose Middle Sandalwood, Amber Base Oud, Patchouli, Musk The strength of agar wood in association with the sweetness of roses. "We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them." Khalil Gibran The wind whips up the grains of sand and throws them back into the turquoise waters. Piercing iridescent blues dance on the top of the softly undulating waves, casting reflections that bounce back and forth like diamonds in unison. The deep cobalt mass gives way to a richness of botanical greens and the luminosity of the sun intensifies the fragrance of ocean's salt. Arabia is here and here is Arabia. 100 mL / 3.4 fl. oz.
Wooded Citrus Top Lemon, Rosemary, Petitgrain Middle Geranium, Lavender, Pineapple Base Wooded, Amber, Musk The finest masculine scent associating the freshness of citrus, the impact of floral notes and the sweetness of wooded and amber notes. "A thought is an idea in transit." Pythagoras He felt a bead of sweat trickle down the back of his neck. He was silent and motionless. Barely blinking, his concentration eclipsed all need for oxygen or respite of tensed muscles. A light breeze moved over him, delivering a moment of relief, but he did not flinch. He had his eyes fixed on a diamond, a flickering blue and white beauty of the world. His tightened grip caused his hands to sweat, dampening the wooden handle of his net. He counted to three. His breath stopped in an instant and his moment had come. He hurtled forward, arms extended, and he came down on the butterfly in one long swoop. He crashed to the ground and his eyes searched for a prize inside the net. Empty. His gaze followed upwards and he saw the iridescent blues and white sparkle in the sunlight, flickering slowly out of sight. The cool breeze came over him once again. 100 mL / 3.4 fl. oz.
Floral Woody Top Bergamot, Rose Middle Violet, Sandalwood, White Flowers Base Patchouli, Musk, Amber He looked out of the window and watched her at the bottom of the gardens that sloped away from the base of the manor. She was wearing a dark red dress, the deep colour of a rose, with a white lace collar. She was leading her child around the pond that lay in the natural indentation of the landscape, pointing at the ducks gliding effortlessly on the water's surface. The day was cool, with a clear bright sky hanging low over the grounds. He drew a circle in the condensation of the window with his finger, creating a peephole which he viewed the scene. He could see the bottom of her dress blow in the gentle breeze that blew close to the ground. Through the opaque screen, he saw her look back up to the house and wave at him. 100 mL / 3.4 fl. oz.
Fruity Floral Top Orange, Mandarin, Grapefruit Middle Jasmine, Anise, Rose Base Musk, Wooded, Vanilla Sparkling top notes are followed by a sensual freshness coming from the mix of jasmine and rose. All based on a velvet background. "The oldest, shortest words'yes' and 'no'are those which require the most thought." Pythagoras He blinked against the pitch black. He had barely noticed the withering of light or the passing of time. His eyes felt dry as he strained hard and tried to make out the edges of the room. He smoothed his fingers over the starched hotel sheets still tucked firmly beneath him as his body lay out on the bed. As he rolled his head, he let it drop gently to the right, fixing his gaze on the crack of light escaping from beneath the door. He was waiting. It had been 28 hours since he slipped the note with his scrawled hand writing under the door and 28 hours of waiting for that piece of paper to return with an answer. The light fractured ever so slightly and a wisp of wind carried a slip of paper under the door and into the darkness of the room. He flew up from the bed, scrambling and clawing over the paper before composing himself, taking a breath. He unfolded the piece of paper. Just one small word, scrawled in unmistakable cursive joy Yes." 100 mL / 3.4 fl. oz.
Musky Floral Top Bergamot, Green notes Middle Jasmine, Ylang, Rose Base Musk, Amber, Wooded A luxurious floral heart supported by the sensuality of musk and ambery notes. "I leave you my portrait so that you will have my presence all the days and nights that I am away from you." Frida Kahlo Musky Ever After leaps out from the pages of a love story between two villagers from rival hamlets. To keep their secret, the two lovers meet at nightfall in a shadowy forest nestled between the settlements. Each night without a sound, they move silently together through the trees, and at daybreak they slip back to their separate lives. When their love is exposed, the girl's family leaves to keep the lovers apart. She returns many years later, searching the woods for her love. She wanders for days and just when shethinks her love is lost, she catches a faint, delicate fragrance on the breeze. She knows that scent well and follows, hope filling her heart. In the light that filters through the canopy, she sees her love. With his hand outstretched, he beckons her to join him in their forest once again. 100 mL / 3.4 fl. oz.
Wooded Oriental Top Mandarin, Bergamot, Mint Middle Cardamom, Jasmine, Nutmeg Base Musk, Tonka Bean, Amber Duality between the fresh green / spicy top accord and the dark ambery bottom. "No one is free who has not obtained the empire of himself." Pythagoras The rise of the music reaches her ears. She is ready. Her toes curve and flex, ankles straining as her feet arch. Her thighs are solid and her posture rigid. Her dance is released and her breath grasps at the air in each effort of her small frame. Her feet lift her body and float her across the stage, carrying the weight of her world. The energy travels up her legs through her chest and down her arms. Each one of the thirty-five muscles within her hands are taut and strained, her tension wrapped up and freed from the tips of her fingers. She is the most unprotected of artists, her energy bearing her emotion to the world. 100 mL / 3.4 fl. oz.
Floral Citrus Top Aldehyde, Lemon, Lime Middle Tarragon, Rose, Jasmine Base Sandalwood A firework of citrus and Aldehyde notes enlightens the sweet rose sandalwood accord. "Listen to many, speak to a few." William Shakespeare He stared at the coffee-stained ring on the wood grain of the table and moved his fingers over it, tracing its outline. The café was alive with conversation, couples and friends peppered around, hunched over their drinks and cakes, eagerly telling stories and relaying recent events. He was alone at his table and awaiting no one. He came here every morning, after he walked his dog, watched the morning news report and tended to his houseplants. He liked the atmosphere, the way in which he melted into the fabric of the place, invisible to the other patrons. The general hum of voices was accompanied by the whir of the overactive coffee machine and the sounds of the staff busying themselves with orders. He felt warm and tranquil as he let himself relax into his chair. He could sense the perfume from the woman behind him, a light musky fragrance, and he sunk deeper into a day dream, imagining where her day would lead, feeling an overwhelming sense of anonymity and calm. He kept the scent of her perfume in his mind for the rest of the day. 100 mL / 3.4 fl. oz.
Green Floral Top Galbanum, Orange, Pineapple Middle Rose, Ylang, Lily of the Valley Base Vetiver, Sandalwood, Oak Moss A fresh and juicy breeze of galbanum and orange slowly reveals a floral green heart supported by precious woods. "The way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing." Walt Disney A very long time ago, roses grew without thorns. Their beautiful blooms didn't always come with the menacing daggers; nor did they entice with their beauty only to wound with their armor. The story goes that their thorns were created after a fairy that lived among their blooms refused to grow up. The fairy was light and nimble and would spend her days dozing and relaxing in the petals of the roses. It is said when fairies come of age, they must leave the safety of the petals and fly to the forest to grow old. However, this fairy we speak of was in no mind to leave, and the furthest she'd venture was down the stems to the puddles of water below. Fed up with the fairy, now growing and getting heavier, the flowers convened and decided something must be done. One day when the fairy was paddling in the cool pools of water collected after a brief sun shower, the roses grew thorns all the way up their stems, preventing the fairy from returning to their petals. The fairy was forced into the forest, leaving the stems of the flowers armored and prickly. 100 mL / 3.4 fl. oz.
Cyprus Aldehyde Flowers Top Ylang, Mandarin, Aldehyde Middle Jasmine, Powder, Rose Base Musk, Patchouli, Sandalwood The elegance and richness of the patchouli illuminated by flowers. "I don't mind living in a man's world as long as I can be a woman in it." Marilyn Monroe She emerges from a bathroom in a swirl of steam, the cool air of the room, a touching refreshment on her skin. Her hair is damp and clings to her shoulders as she leans down to smooth lotion over her legs. She walks over to her bed and takes her silk stockings, slipping them effortlessly up her legs. Stepping intoher black dress, her skin feels like satin beneath the fabric. Her hair has dried and she fastens it loosely with a tortoiseshell clip at the back of her head. Facing the mirror she straightens her dress, smoothing over the material whilst looking herself up and down. She takes her perfume and dabs it slowly on her wrists, then transfers it to her neck, patting it ever so lightly with the tips of her fingers. The doorbell rings and she pauses. He is here. 100 mL / 3.4 fl. oz.
Top French and Bulgarian Fresh Roses, Bergamot Middle Oud Essential Oil Base Rose Absolutes, Violet, Guaiacwood, Peruvine An overwhelming amount of fine and true Asian Oud, the "black truffle of perfumery." Other complex sustainable woods from India, Central and South America, bound together with a touch of Patchouli and wrapped in a slightly musky violet velvet. Mixed with fresh roses from Grasse and Bulgaria and a touch of West-Indies sandalwood. For the true connoisseur. The flow from your mind is wrapped down your arm and is released through the tips of your fingers. Today it comes with manic urgency, tomorrow it drips like a leaking roof. It will take you through a parallel universe, through time and yourself. You are the vessel through which dreams are told and life created. The words are laid down where you left them and wait patiently for you. The finest of words have a will of their own. 100 mL / 3.4 fl. oz.