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What women write
My sweetheart used Encre Noir Extreme. A weighty, somber, serious fragrance. The aura of an ancient library with its blackened wooden shelves, full of thick book volumes as big as chests, soaked with the knowledge of immortal scholars coagulated into ink. What a fragrance, almost awe-inspiring! I found it magnificent. And when I discovered that this fragrance was also available "Pour Elle," I had to have it.
Outwardly, the men's and women's bottles stand in unison on the shelf: geometrically simple in shape, both black as two ink glasses. But olfactorily they write completely different stories. I expected a softer, more floral version of the woody men's scent. But the perfumer has allowed "Elle" something independent: no more and no less than an interpretation of what women write.
Encre Noir pour Elle - the ink glass is adorned with an airy, curved handwriting. And as black as the flacon is - the fragrance is not. Gently he takes me into a sunny friendly chamber somewhere in the country, somewhere in the timeless.... A chest of drawers with laundry fresh off the line, wallpaper with friendly floral patterns that seem to lightly perfume the room. Through the open window, the delicate breeze of roses wafts in from the midday-warm garden, far from being campy. It's quiet except for the rustle of grasses in the breeze. And there she is, a gentle, restrained woman at her dainty desk. Pensive, her gaze passes through the window into the distance, casually enjoying the scent of the roses. Just then she opens the small drawer and takes out a small bundle of letters. A light scent like papyrus comes to her as she pulls the almost transparent paper from the crackling envelope and unfolds it. Thoughtfully she reads the precious words one more time, lets them affect her mind, feels the connection in the lines. Thoughts rise up. Slowly words form in her mind, sweet and familiar, as without haste, she readies a sheet of paper and slowly opens the ink jar. Today she has arrived at the mood to open her heart. The memory drifts to the summer days she will tell the friend, the friend, of her feelings, of what moves her without imposing. She takes up her pen. Now she perceives only the scent of the paper, dry and bright. She dips the quill into the ink and begins to write.
What would women write in black ink? Encre Noir's answer: letters to a person of the heart, confidential messages, perhaps delicately perfumed, simple, poetic and very personal.
For me, a successful, discreet rose-paper fragrance, which I have worn with pleasure... and now, unfortunately, must probably also say goodbye.
Outwardly, the men's and women's bottles stand in unison on the shelf: geometrically simple in shape, both black as two ink glasses. But olfactorily they write completely different stories. I expected a softer, more floral version of the woody men's scent. But the perfumer has allowed "Elle" something independent: no more and no less than an interpretation of what women write.
Encre Noir pour Elle - the ink glass is adorned with an airy, curved handwriting. And as black as the flacon is - the fragrance is not. Gently he takes me into a sunny friendly chamber somewhere in the country, somewhere in the timeless.... A chest of drawers with laundry fresh off the line, wallpaper with friendly floral patterns that seem to lightly perfume the room. Through the open window, the delicate breeze of roses wafts in from the midday-warm garden, far from being campy. It's quiet except for the rustle of grasses in the breeze. And there she is, a gentle, restrained woman at her dainty desk. Pensive, her gaze passes through the window into the distance, casually enjoying the scent of the roses. Just then she opens the small drawer and takes out a small bundle of letters. A light scent like papyrus comes to her as she pulls the almost transparent paper from the crackling envelope and unfolds it. Thoughtfully she reads the precious words one more time, lets them affect her mind, feels the connection in the lines. Thoughts rise up. Slowly words form in her mind, sweet and familiar, as without haste, she readies a sheet of paper and slowly opens the ink jar. Today she has arrived at the mood to open her heart. The memory drifts to the summer days she will tell the friend, the friend, of her feelings, of what moves her without imposing. She takes up her pen. Now she perceives only the scent of the paper, dry and bright. She dips the quill into the ink and begins to write.
What would women write in black ink? Encre Noir's answer: letters to a person of the heart, confidential messages, perhaps delicately perfumed, simple, poetic and very personal.
For me, a successful, discreet rose-paper fragrance, which I have worn with pleasure... and now, unfortunately, must probably also say goodbye.
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