My favorite scents for summer are aquatic, reminiscent of suntan oil, and smell of citrus. So grab yourself an orange, put on your sunscreen and join me on the beach this summer. All it requires is a spritz.
When I saw Keiko Mecheri in the Spring for tea in NY, she mentioned she was working on six new fragrances; including a line of four summer citrus fragrances each evoking a personal journey reflecting her travels all over the world. WIN All four samples of La Collection Hesperidés. Leave a comment onsite about Les Parfums Keiko Mecheri
there’s a revolution in this bottle.
It’s in the fresh, restless bite of lemon,
sharpened and intensified by a defiant black pepper.
It’s in the unruly turbulence of a prune
and an in-your-face ambrette.
Electrified by aldehydes, you can feel the pure energy,
pared down and pumped up by leather, shot through
with heliotrope and brought back down to earth
by a raunchy patchouli.
The yin/yang aspects of the sultry Geisha Noire and the Effervescent Geisha Blanche are truly tantalizing, these scents beg to be worn…again….and again WIN either an 8ml roll on of Geisha Noire OR Geisha Blanche in this beautiful pouch by posting a comment on CaFleureBon on how you explore the duality of ying/yang within yourself or your appreciation for Aroma M fragrances. Maria from Aroma M has put together this special giveaway especially for CaFleureBon packaged in this beautiful luxury bag made from original Japanese silk fabric Shouken, which has been deconstructed from vintage Kimonos worn by geishas. Please specify which one you wish to receive
Our fathers and our father’s fathers; there is a generational thread of scent that connects us to them as surely as their DNA. As dashing as William Powell, as handsome as Jack Kennedy, they were ‘men’s men” who knew how to craft gold, plant a garden, scare off a rattlesnake and grill a steak
Whether they wore a suit and tie or overalls they were our heroes. We waited for their return each night, or watched them get ready for a night on the town. Snapshots of their scents …we close our eyes and they are with us, and even a grown man feels very small. The aroma of crisp white shirts, a Cuban cigar, the smell of hay fields and the unforgettable aroma of Old Spice wafts our way. Close your eyes. Daddy’s home
