There is nothing else quite like Je Reviens.
It is the blue night, the moon.
A mysterious, troubling perfume that evades classification. A scent with a cool, cerebral langour; a quietness; yet with compelling sexual undertones.
Aldehydes – watery, Venusian – take you to unchartered places in the constellations: a light, aqueous freshness deleting all vulgarity. Draped, cerulean. But then, with a narcotic dose of freshly picked wild narcissus and iris, this moon soon swings to a more tranquil violet floating on lakes aldehydic ; an amphibious, and voluptuous, bath-house atmosphere which is sculpturesque, soothing; familiar.
Beneath, like glowering stalactites in…
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