The arena was flooded with sun and the clamour of the crowd rose fromthe tiers like an offering.Wherewerewe? In Sevilla? In Puerto SantaMaria ?Definitely somewhere in Andalusia, where the stature and pride of men are compelling. On this particular Sunday of themonth of May, the combat to be delivered did not have the aimof putting a bull to death. The intention was a sensuous ritual act: to confront animal-like notes with the influential power of a flower, one of the most odorant in the vegetal world, the tuberose. Wood, musk and costus, in daring, unreasonably abundant proportions, would once and for all bite the dust in this arena dedicated solely to the glory of men. In this openly sexual confrontation - me the woman, you the man-, one of the most blasphemous of men’s perfumery, the purity of the tuberose is falsely innocent so that in appearance only, thesemacho reputed notes seem to be the only ones to be victorious. But smelling it tells a completely different story… the nose instinctively knows who the victor is: signed the Virgin and the Torero.

Composition: Bergamot, nutmeg, pepper, cardamom, ylang ylang, tuberose, leather, animalis, costus, patchouli, vetyver...