Water slides over him as if over a statue, it wedges into the folds of his muscles, losing itself in his manly skin. It is fresh and purifying water, aldehydes and lemon as top notes, water that washes away nocturnal wanderings and makes the skin shine like brass.

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It evokes purity, soap flakes.

It is an ode to the beauty of bodies, to the mass that frees itself beyond the seams.

Clothing is a simple ornament, a casket containing the erotic power of flesh that can be cast off at will.

It is an open current of air to immensity, to love in meadows, to the mystery of forests, full of vegetal notes: birch leaves, cypress, galbanum, and pine as heart notes.

Hetero, gay... words don't follow conventions.

It has no sexuality.

It is sex, width, height, disproportion, verticality.

Fantasies cling to his body like the leather of his perfect jacket: leather, musk, and ambergris as base notes.

We cling to the metal of his belt (on a pepper and safraleine accord), we rub against a sensuality of blond leather on a bed of vanilla, tonka beans, and iris. We want him to play, to enjoy, to transgress, to die and be reborn.

And start over. This fragrance is a tribute to a radiant future.

Notes: Aldehyde, Lemon, Birch leaves, Pine, Pepper, Vanilla, Ambergris, Suede