Creatrice

Notre Dame Notte Di Natale opens with incredibly dramatic, thick incense, caressed by festive Christmas notes of cinnamon, chocolate, and orange blossom. Not at all gourmand or sweet, rather these Christmas spice notes lend the incense an opulent festivity as an expression of the highest Christian holiday of the year.

On my skin, the spicy cinnamon even took a back seat to the incense, and it felt even more sacred on my wrist than on paper. The longevity is enormous, as I could still smell it on my wrist the next day.

Relique D’Amour conjures the image of a cold, abandoned chapel deep in the woods. Moss-covered ruins and cold walls.

You sit on a bench made of damp stone, with a consuming melancholy in your heart and lily tears in your eyes, watching wisps of delicate pine incense rise, comforting despite the chill. Despite the cold, there is a quiet, unexpected solace in this solitude. This fragrance is very personal, a whispered rite just for yourself. The scent stays close to the skin and invites reflection rather than attention.

L’Orpheline feels less like a perfume to me and more like an aura. It is the scent of a spirit, a delicate, intimate veil of white, peppery incense that merges with the skin thanks to musk. It is cold, but not frosty. Sweet, but not sugary. Imagine a ghostly mist of abandonment that lingers gently without ever tipping into despair.

The incense here is delicate, featherlight, transparent, and almost ethereal, with a hint of airy soapiness. A scent for those introverted moments when you would rather be by yourself, but still want to feel a sense of security within.