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It begins like an ascent over misty hills:
Bergamot and blackcurrant,
clear, bold, like a daring glance into the distance.
Apple and pineapple follow,
juicy, sweet, vibrant - a hint of triumph.

But Aventus is more than fruit:
Birch and musk give it depth,
oakmoss stabilizes the fire,
like a king calmly sitting on his throne,
even when the army rages outside.

It remains present, not intrusive,
an aura of confidence, charisma, adventure.
Every step with Aventus smells of history,
of freedom, of the courage to leave a mark.

Aventus is a scent that speaks,
without uttering a word,
a gentleman, a warrior, a dream in smoke and gold.

Classic, robust bottle; longevity 7h, sillage medium-strong. Fresh-fruity, smoky-elegant, powerful and self-assured.

She does not enter the room -
she emerges within it.
A whisper of white flowers and clean musk,
like freshly washed laundry in the wind,
like morning light flowing through curtains.

The opening:
Mandarin, peach, a hint of aldehydes -
so delicate that it almost fades,
so pure that it seems almost otherworldly.

Then the heart:
Orange blossom and petalia,
blooming, yet never loud -
a flower of light, not of earth.

Beneath lies a silky stream of musk,
soft, crystalline, carried by ambroxan,
a second skin that merges with your own.
It does not smell on you -
it smells of you, only more beautiful.

Valaya is a perfume of nuances,
a dance of purity and temptation,
of innocence and intimacy.
Not cold, not sweet -
a quiet glow that lingers.

If Delina is the heart,
then Valaya is the soul of Parfums de Marly.

It opens like a morning leap into the open air -
the world still damp from the dew,
the sun a golden thought on the horizon.

A bite into a green apple:
crisp, sweet-sour, vibrant.
Mandarin and bergamot spark,
a smile of citrus light,
that kisses the senses awake.

But behind the freshness lies structure -
oak moss and cashmere wood,
a backbone of earth and elegance.
Cedar whispers quiet stability,
while musk extends the breath,
like a melody that refuses to end.

Greenley is not a storm,
it is a clear river in motion -
pure, cool, crystalline.
It carries the youth of the moment,
but also the pride of the house that created it.

It smells of freedom,
of clean shirts and open windows,
of confidence without loudness.
A fragrance for those,
who drink life in deep breaths.

A more affordable alternative would be the French Avenue Aether.
At first a bit unstructured, but then it finds itself so that you can hardly distinguish it in the air.

In the golden twilight of Sicily,
where honey gilds the air
and tobacco leaves whisper like old poems,
Naxos awakens - a king dressed in velvet.

It opens with a smile of bergamot and lemon,
as fresh as a first breath after the rain.
But soon the cinnamon flame dances,
and honey drips in languid sweetness over the skin,
like liquid memory of sun and time.

At its heart pulses the lavender soul,
gentle, soothing, aristocratic -
a greeting to Provence,
woven with jasmine dreams and cashmere tones.

Then evening descends:
Tobacco rises, warm, dignified,
accompanied by the dark depth of tonka bean,
by the whisper of vanilla,
by the shadow of patchouli.

Naxos is not just a fragrance -
it is a poem in smoke and honey,
a baroque choir of light and leather,
the embrace of an angel with the hands of a devil.

It lingers,
like a memory that does not fade -
sweet, strong, and unforgettable masculine.

First Breath - the Tale of Awakening
With the first spray, like an ancient parchment gently stirred by the wind, a pulsating promise unfolds: saffron, like muted sunlight, mixed with nagarmotha, whose earthy swing prepares the ground. Geranium and magnolia whisper of opulence, ylang-ylang pours itself like honey over these blooms, while rose geranium offers a slightly bittersweet, almost regal smile. This opening is both exuberance and elegance - a play in shadow light.

Heart - the Central Revelation
In the heart, the rose awakens, not as a gentle lady, but as an ascending queen: Bulgarian rose, enveloped in balsamic gurjan nuances, guaiac wood, and cedar. Violet breathes a whispering secret, a hint of past dreams. These accords feel like the grand hall of an enchanted palace, its walls carved from wood, soaked in resin, ancient and precious.

Base - Deep Slumber of the Senses
And then the fragrance tips into the depths: Indian oud like a black velvet curtain that conceals everything while simultaneously revealing. Patchouli, ambergris, vanilla, musk - they wrap around the skin like memories. Not sweet, but warm, not loud, but present. An echo of leather and smoke, of dawn in a dark forest.