An all-night celebration in the splendour of a Venetian palace for a vibrant woman who loves parties, life and the night.
An all-night party in a pink palace. In the narrow, winding streets beside the Venetian canals, a woman glides towards the night lights. Behind her mask, she stirs the shadows, alight with the expectations of the night. Laughter chases the clouds from her eyes. The evening promises to be beautiful and rebellious. Running through a rose de mai garden, she reaches the doors of the palace. Dizzy with the scent of Prunol, she climbs the marble stairs. She sways toward the ballroom, pushing past feathers and sequins. Her diaphanous skin beats with the emotions of a bewitching perfume resonating with the baroque notes of a melody powdered in white musk.
Cuir Vénitien stirs from the depths of a night laced with cedar and leather with a halo of white musk. Exhilarated by a shiver of Prunol and passionfruit; calmed by rose de mai and fresh jasmine. Leaving a whirl of bergamot and bitter orange in its wake, between audacity and innocence as it teases the senses.
From Venice to Paris, it celebrates love in unison.
More than just a perfume, this is an unforgettable encounter
David Jourquin composes very personal worlds that we can slip right into and they fit like a glove.
The encounter with the fragrance begins when you open the tissue paper-lined treasure box. The discovery continues as you caress the infinitely soft leather cloak that surrounds the elegant glass bottle, coyly allowing you to peek at the precious nectar through a porthole, as if you were embarking on an olfactory journey plotted out by the perfumer. It leads to a fascinating exploration of the sleek lines and refined, rare wood cap. It reaches its climax when the first drop gently melts on your skin, sparking a compelling chemical reaction.
