The Classics- Eau de Protection - A bewithing rose.

This magic potion, this instrument of transformation, could only be made by the crushing of armfuls of roses. Roses with thorny stems that yield lavish blossoms, lush petals, outrageous, puffed up fantasies, trembling with the sweat of impatience and desire. Roses, red with blood, a piercing note leaving the flavor of fire on lips that suck the finger pricked by a thorn.

At Etat Libre dOrange, the Virgin rarely wanders far from the Whore. Perhaps she is one and the same. Warmed by the fire of this woman, the noses have embraced a fanciful vision They have created for her a perfume of protection, a refuge on the battlefield of love. Defensive yet transparent, EAU DE PROTECTION conceals as it reveals For her, a caress is demanded, while those around her are struck with awe.
The noses have extracted that which is most profound in her, the essence of her. They have distilled
her honey and squeezed the juice from her heart.

A rose, but not just a rose. It comes with the entire plant flower, leaves, stem, thorns, etc. It a wet, spicy, almost fruity rose. Picture yourself walking in a rose field on a chilly morning.

TOP: Bitter Orange, Ginger, Black Pepper
HEART: Bulgarian ROse Absolute, Jasmine, Heliotrope
BASE: Tonka Beans Absolute, Benzoin, Patchouli