la nuit des 300 - 15ml test

Name: la nuit des 300 - 15ml test
Brand: My Store
SKU: HELEDPND315
Price: 42.00 EUR
Availability: InStock

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A subtle and incandescent fragrance, like a quiet promise shared skin to skin. Built around a heart of vibrant and sensuous musks, it blends the creamy comfort of sandalwood and tonka bean with the aromatic depth of lavender and artemisia, as if warmed like ritual herbs in the hush of night. Its magnetic, carnal trail evokes the vow of a sacred night, when two bodies promise to become one.

15ML 100ML

€42,00

la nuit des 300 - 15ml test

€42,00 EUR

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“The story of the Sacred Band made me think of the 300 Spartans: brothers in arms, full of courage and desire. I wanted to capture that mix of metal and skin. A light aldehydic note gives the shine of armor at dusk, when the mountains release the day’s heat. Around it, lavender and artemisia bring the scent of wild herbs, brightened by a spark of bergamot. Then the warmth arrives: deep musks, creamy sandalwood and soft ambered tonka bean for a signature that is strong, heroic and very sensual. For me, 'la nuit des 300' (The Night of the 300) is both a memory of battle and a hymn to desire.” Maurice Roucel

Suzy Le Helley - PERFUMER

“The story of the Sacred Band made me think of the 300 Spartans: brothers in arms, full of courage and desire. I wanted to capture that mix of metal and skin. A light aldehydic note gives the shine of armor at dusk, when the mountains release the day’s heat. Around it, lavender and artemisia bring the scent of wild herbs, brightened by a spark of bergamot. Then the warmth arrives: deep musks, creamy sandalwood and soft ambered tonka bean for a signature that is strong, heroic and very sensual. For me, 'la nuit des 300' (The Night of the 300) is both a memory of battle and a hymn to desire.” Maurice Roucel

Suzy Le Helley - PERFUMER

“Sensual night. Pleasure. Desire. I look at him, I feel him, he is mine.
His body against mine, my skin against his.
Under my hand I feel his warmth.
Tomorrow, the combat. Tonight, his embrace.
Together, death has no place.”

Pale dawn, damp earth, the air holding its breath. You enter as you would a sanctuary with no doors, without taking, without claiming. Artemis watches where nature remains sovereign: appearing and withdrawing in the same movement.

She moves like the wind, felt, never held. A place where one breathes differently, where freedom is not learned, it is remembered.