Olfactory pyramid Top notes: almond, saffron, nutmeg, green notes

Heart notes: almond, edelweiss, heliotrope, tobacco, cherry blossom, milk, vanilla

Base notes: sandalwood, chestnut, balsam of Peru, amber, tonka bean, styrax, beeswax

Fragrance description:

In this composition the almond is the host. A noble, pure almond. It is present in the top notes dressed in light green and surrounded by precious spices. In the heart, all the flowering and sweetness of almond paste is unleashed, it is a heart irresistible for those who love marzipan, it is an irresistible heart for those who love contrasts melt. The coachman arrives, dressed in balms, resins and oriental dreams. The wake is sensual and full of evocations, a carriage travels fast through the branches of the woods chestnut, her smell, his smell. The smell of a fairy tale that has turned into wind odorous in order to be told because otherwise uncatchable.

Symbology of creation:

This is simply the fairy tale of the Almond Lady who loved to be taken in carriage by his coachman. Between them it was never understood what was there, all that remains is the bewitching mystery of the traces left by a slightly exuberant but not too much soul, a refined woman, lively, with a playful smile. A woman in lace dresses who recalls those little ones under light sweets. A woman who has learned happiness in feeding on her own deeds. A woman with milky skin, alone and silent as snow when it falls. It's a weak snow, which gives a glimpse of spring. The first flowers appear even before the shy stems of grass but the smell of that appears even before sleeping green buried in a blanket of candid wonder. Here the snow is the almond, the flower is of the almond and cherry, and the east is brought by the masculine: The Coachman, the hero modern, the man who welcomes his earthly and solar part, the man represented as slave of love, like a vessel ready to take its beloved Almond for a walk, trying to save her from the boredom of lazy days.

He doesn't know she doesn't have any need, which is already safe in its solitude, and this is precisely the point that it wants to spray again and again: Mandorla survives and smiles, leaving the Coachman with the illusion that the merit is his.

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