I’m off ! The holyday’s cologne : it begins with a fresh splash of citrus, coated in dry and aromatic notes to make it pop. Then, tantalizing touches of monoi, infused with woddy sun cream notes that will drive you loco.

I’m stuck with you. All the complexitites of white flowers in one scent: fresh and green at first, then floral and smooth, ending with an animalistic and sexy finish. We’ve added a hint of the nostalgic “glue stick” scent, taking you to that comfort zone. You won’t be able to live without it.

Italian Riviera. It starts with a splash of salty marine freshness and an explosion of luminous citrus. Then, sunny white flowers gently blend into the clean musks, like white sheets in the sun.  La dolce vita.

Rice crispy treats. A start of toasted popcorn, both fresh and powdery. Then, crunchy woods appear, like the dry smell of puffed rice. Creamy marshmallows made of white musks are poured on top. Best. Thing. Ever.

Wood powder. We begin with a vegetal kick of fruity green leaves. Then, the Wood powder. We begin with a vegetal flight of fruity green leaves. Then, smooth, slightly almondy woods melt into a bitter cocoa powder. It ends with a cloud of comforting musks. Yas!

I am a model. First, the marine freshness will put you in the mood. Then, the completly WTF scent of modelling clay appears that slowly melts into mineral and vanilla notes, for a soft and sexy effect that will make them drop to the floor.

Crystal flowers. We start with transparent and intense icy notes. Then, an avalanche of sensual and powdery flowers, coated with crystalline and comforting musks. The smell of purity.

Christmas Fever. It begins with sweet and hot spices, that melt into a cupcake smell that will make you want to quit your diet. Lastly, we add a contrast of smoky woods and ashes, très très chic. It’s tatsy, but not overpowering.

First, an icy breeze, both salty and aromatic. Then, intense woods reveal themselves, like raw dry bark. It ends with a caress of warm ambery resin. Ultra sensual.

French crepes. It begins with a silky caress of cold almond milk. Then, the transparent orange blossom appears, like a few drops of aroma poured into a floury crepe batter. The ultimate comfort.

I don’t give a fig! The fig from leaf to stem. First, put your nose in the leaves, for a surprising and super green start. Then bite into the juicy and fleshy fig. Seal the deal with dry and woody bark.

Kiss magnet. First a wild dash of fruity freshness. Then warm and clean flowers, melting on a naughty, woody-amber accord. This fragrance will make them want to kiss you on the neck.