

Yves saint laurent- Parisienne, eau de parfum spray for women , new edition
Parisienne by Yves Saint Laurent, the eau de parfum of ultra femininity warmed by the imprint of the man who touched it.
A large floral with a woody structure, bright even in its part of mystery.
The top note plates a Vinyle Accord, a nod to the varnish, gloss or stiletto heels of the Parisienne.
Then the Cranberry, acidulous fruit, adds a hint of bitterness, evocation of a certain impertinence, softened by the Blackberry, pulpy, sparkling, fleshy, symbol of an epicurean Parisian.
The floral heart beats the chamade with the Rose de Damas, of an absolute femininity and which harmonizes perfectly with the Violet, more powdery, sensual and fleshy, like the leather worn by Parisienne.
The base note brings in its woody trail cloudy and intensity.
First with Patchouli, the mystery par excellence. And when the masculinity of Vetiver flirts with the feminine eroticism of Musc and Santal, we understand that this Parisian night was a "night of love".
The bottle is precious, chiseled like the labyrinth of the streets of Paris, crumpled like the sheets she has just left, rosy as the sky in the morning pale, sewn with its YSL claw resting on black leather.
Yves saint laurent- Parisienne, eau de parfum spray for women , new edition
Parisienne by Yves Saint Laurent, the eau de parfum of ultra femininity warmed by the imprint of the man who touched it.
A large floral with a woody structure, bright even in its part of mystery.
The top note plates a Vinyle Accord, a nod to the varnish, gloss or stiletto heels of the Parisienne.
Then the Cranberry, acidulous fruit, adds a hint of bitterness, evocation of a certain impertinence, softened by the Blackberry, pulpy, sparkling, fleshy, symbol of an epicurean Parisian.
The floral heart beats the chamade with the Rose de Damas, of an absolute femininity and which harmonizes perfectly with the Violet, more powdery, sensual and fleshy, like the leather worn by Parisienne.
The base note brings in its woody trail cloudy and intensity.
First with Patchouli, the mystery par excellence. And when the masculinity of Vetiver flirts with the feminine eroticism of Musc and Santal, we understand that this Parisian night was a "night of love".
The bottle is precious, chiseled like the labyrinth of the streets of Paris, crumpled like the sheets she has just left, rosy as the sky in the morning pale, sewn with its YSL claw resting on black leather.