Category: Histoiresdeparfums
Este é um anel fundido, o despontar de uma nova energia. Um sol Laranja Sangue ergue-se sobre o círculo flamejante de Rosa e Açafrão, libertando o poder infinito do Couro.
Este é o perfume do fogo.
The Bloody Orange and saffron hit like actual heat on skin—sharp, radiant, not sweet at all. It burns through the day and leaves that leather note smoldering on my collar by evening, which is exactly the kind of fire I wanted from a perfume called “1/.3.”
The dry-down is where this one really shines—that leather comes through warm and smoky, grounding the bright citrus without losing any of its fire. I've worn it on cool evenings and it feels like standing near a bonfire, bold but never overwhelming.
The Bloody Orange and saffron hit immediately—sharp and warm at once—but it’s the leather underneath that keeps pulling me back. I’ve worn it through a whole day and the fire stays close to the skin, never turning sour or soapy on me. Honestly feels like wearing a sunrise that doesn't quit.
