Top Notes 
Iris
Fruity notes
Rose
Calabrian bergamot
Grasse jasmine
Heart Notes 
Green notes
Leather
Ylang-ylang
Atlas cedar
Violet
Base Notes 
Amber
Tonka bean
Vanilla
Oakmoss
Vetiver
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A Walk on Avenue Montaigne
When I first sprayed Avenue Montaigne, it felt as if someone was pulling aside heavy velvet curtains and leading me into an elegant Parisian apartment. The air was filled with cool, powdery iris, almost aristocratic, and a hint of fresh fruit, like a bowl of pears and peaches on an old mahogany table.
After the first few minutes, the scent became warmer, almost like the moment you sink into a leather armchair and the afternoon sun streams through the windows. Leather, cedarwood, and a fine green shimmer gave the whole thing structure, as if the fragrance were saying, “I’m not here to please you; you need to get to know me.”
The base of vanilla, tonka bean, and amber crept in, almost stealthily. Suddenly there was this warmth, soft and embracing, that provided a romantic counterpoint to the cool iris. Hours later, I still found the scent on my coat, and each time I caught a whiff, I had that image of Paris in my mind-the Avenue Montaigne, with its elegant boutiques, golden autumn leaves, and a quiet sense of luxury that cannot be bought, only experienced.
For me, Avenue Montaigne is not an everyday scent. It demands space, a moment to consciously immerse oneself in its world. But when you wear it, you feel a little elevated-not out of arrogance, but from quiet, self-assured elegance.
Berkan
After the first few minutes, the scent became warmer, almost like the moment you sink into a leather armchair and the afternoon sun streams through the windows. Leather, cedarwood, and a fine green shimmer gave the whole thing structure, as if the fragrance were saying, “I’m not here to please you; you need to get to know me.”
The base of vanilla, tonka bean, and amber crept in, almost stealthily. Suddenly there was this warmth, soft and embracing, that provided a romantic counterpoint to the cool iris. Hours later, I still found the scent on my coat, and each time I caught a whiff, I had that image of Paris in my mind-the Avenue Montaigne, with its elegant boutiques, golden autumn leaves, and a quiet sense of luxury that cannot be bought, only experienced.
For me, Avenue Montaigne is not an everyday scent. It demands space, a moment to consciously immerse oneself in its world. But when you wear it, you feel a little elevated-not out of arrogance, but from quiet, self-assured elegance.
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