Dear Iris 39 of Le Labo, My lovely perfume, with your simple label, you are everything I’ve ever wanted in a scent: you are ephemeral and surround me with pleasure. Your are flirtatious and hard to get. You don’t take yourself too seriously, yet hold yourself in high regard and make me sing with happiness when you are near. Oh, mi amor. In November, if not sooner, you will be mine. Until then, mio dolce amor, a thousand kisses; but give me a bottle of you in return, for you set my blood on fire. Your ardent and good-smelling admirer, Amorey

E-I-C Michelyn Camen will contact you… this time, for the love of Le Labo, we won't play  hard to get. Thank you Fabrice Penot for a provocative interview