La fille tour de fer Serge Lutens 2024

This rose! It brought back that feeling of licking a coin, a fine metal spoon and enjoying its metallic, coppery goodness invading my senses. It literally gives me goosebumps, I love it that much. I swear there's cinnamon in here, too, but that's probably just the iris-pepper combo fooling my nose. I'm smitten. The powder is so perfect, I imagine a chic poudre compact on the vanity table of a famous actress. Next to it a vase of roses at their peak from one of her adoring fans. Pan to the background: an open window through which the Eiffel tower peeks, an Edith Piaf tune playing on an old, scratchy gramophone. This is the smell of romance.