Bijou ZafranSaffron red gold on skin, trailing fire spun in silk, flares like a comet in slow motion. Its not perfume. Its a presence, a spell in a bottle, softly dangerous, strangely celestial. Every turn of the head feels choreographed by desire. It doesnt shout it smoulders. Wear it when you want the world to lean in just a little closer.

Zesty bitter orange undertones welcome top notes of aromatic lavender

and irresistible charm

unexpected facets

As only the pioneer of haute perfumery could

a crystalline white flower accord and sensual musks

an old kingdom was facing a national crisis

Of that colossal Wreck

Resin and Benzoin

A refreshing

carnation and iris that leads to a traditional base of oud and amber

providing a sensation of comfort

instantly taking you on a journey to an exotic place and time