Category: Serge Lutens
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Tubéreuse Criminelle by Serge Lutens
Only Serge Lutens could do it. Only Serge could bend the extreme into a fantasy of the even more extreme. I remember my first experience with Tubéreuse Criminelle. I, a menthol virgin, was thrown into a whirl of indecisiveness. On wearing, one ponders how they should be feeling. As I smelt…
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La Fille de Berlin by Serge Lutens
La Fille de Berlin. A rose of absolute substance. A vein girl with a voracious gaze. La Fille de Berlin is the rose of dreams. A fantasy performed in a crystal clear reality. La Fille de Berlin gets what she wants. But, what does she want? She is a rose…
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La Myrrhe by Serge Lutens
The way the ‘r’ in Myrrhe rolls off the tongue is much like the eventual smoothness of this fragrance. A cacophony resolving to silence; from discord to accord. Serge Luten’s La Myrrhe is something recognised immediately, but never quite grasped. Its complexity is a testament to this fact, and seems…
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