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Acte d’amour furtif. A.N.

Acte d’amour furtif. A.N.

Eau de Parfum

Cumin, Violet, Ambroxan

A Woody, Spicy Eau de Parfum evoking impulsive love, imagined by Amélie Bourgeois for D’ORSAY.

You’re not ready, and that’s precisely the point, this affair is an act of impulse.
Black Pepper, Violet Leafs and Suede notes awaken your instincts in this heady, fragrant spray. Something that goes beyond all your reason, inhibitions, and concerns about what people might say. But here you are, after the act, with a stranger, and the world’s most perfect alibi: it was the perfume that did it, not I.

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130,00€
130,00€
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Olfactory Notes

Top: Cumin, Black Pepper
Heart: Violet, Iris
Base: Ambroxan, Suede Accord

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Composition

Alcohol Denat., Parfum (Fragrance), Aqua (Water), Linalool, Alpha-Isomethyl Ionone, Limonene. BHT. 80% Vol.

This is a non-exhaustive list. For more information, please refer to the list of ingredients on the packaging. For external use only. Avoid contact with eyes.

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Acte d’amour furtif. A.N.

The words of the
perfumer:

“Acte d’amour furtif. A.N.” is an Iris mixed with very sensual spices and Woods to give warmth and body to the fragrance. It is a resolutely erotic scent that mixes Violet Flower and Cumin, two materials that together recall skin becoming clammy after making love.

Amélie Bourgeois

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Declaration

Acte d’amour furtif. A.N.

Of Love

You’re not ready, and that’s precisely the point, for Acte d’amour furtif is an act of impulse. Cumin, Iris and Woody notes awaken your instinct in this heady, fragrant spray. Something that goes beyond all your reason, inhibitions, and concerns about what people might say. But here you are, after the act, with a stranger, and the world’s most perfect alibi: it was the perfume that did it, not I.

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