Les Eaux de l'Âme
Les Eaux de l’Âme translates the invisible movements of the soul into fragrance: the passions of the heart in Âme du Cœur, the silent language of flowers in Âme de Fleur.
Les Eaux de l'Âme
Les Eaux de l’Âme translates the invisible movements of the soul into fragrance: the passions of the heart in Âme du Cœur, the silent language of flowers in Âme de Fleur.
This trilogy includes2 Eaux de parfum
The fragrances
1 - RED VIBRATION
The heart is indeed a powerful symbol of life and love. The heart has been associated with love, passion, emotion and romance for centuries, with Cupid's arrow piercing the heart being a well-known image in art and literature. The heart is the source of our deepest emotions and desires, or that it is the place where our truest self resides. Ame du Cœur is love, the soul of the heart. Precious as a ruby, explosive as a bomb and bold as spice.
Symbol of life: by saying “I love you with all my heart,” you invoke the organ whose beating causes our blood to circulate. Pierced by the arrows of Eros or broken by Cupid’s abandonment, I’m struck by love as if I were struck by lightning. My pulse marks the rhythm of your tender or bitter feelings, the transformation of your emotions. Can one live without passion? That’s the heart of the problem, for I remain the center of your sentiments, the source of life. Precious as a ruby, explosive as a bomb, bold as hot spice, I am love, the Soul of the Heart.
2 - The Soul of a Flower
Born from Aphrodite’s tears, Âme de Fleur reimagines the anemone flower, symbol of eternal love, desire and metamorphosis. A white floral fragrance with narcotic notes of tuberose and jasmine anchored by a woody base that unveils the silent language of flowers.
Born of a goddess’s tears or her lover’s blood, I am called the windflower, awhimsical notion, sometimes caressed, sometimes forsaken. The sensuality of my velvety petals and the delicacy of my scent invite seduction. My precious chalice, dusted in violet, inks my heart. My desire to love is offered to those who dare approach my fruitful heart. But at night, I close, sealing my bloom, hiding my unspoken language. In the language of flowers, I am desire, surrender, letting the wind carry mylonging. My heart holds no grudge, I am the Soul of a Flower.
