État Libre d'Orange - Dangerous Complicity 100 ml Eau de Parfum

The Prelude to True Intimacy
Every dangerous complicity requires the infusion of something that can endure beyond desire, beyond the commitment - a scent that speaks the language of the skin. Something to remind you of what you have, what you had, what you could have again. So that when the intimacy is gone, there is still a scent to recall the memory of a touch. For inspiration, we look to Adam and Eve. By eating the forbidden fruit, complicity took on another dimension, and became dangerous. They lost their innocence and their paradise. The door was opened to carnal energy, they were liberated from restrictions, and they could now create their own version of Eden. That forbidden fruit became a one-way ticket to Etat Libre d’Orange.

An overture to sensual collusion
Do you know the Osmanthus flower? The scent of the Chinese plant has a bewitching allure, and the tea which is made from its small white blossoms is known to encourage seduction. Add to this the jasmine, famed as an aphrodisiac. Then bind them together with the strength of leather, and expunge all inhibitions with the intoxicating power of rum. Now you are ready to form an alliance, break some rules, and take the risk - to enter into that dangerous complicity of hearts and minds and flesh.

Gimme Danger Little Stranger… and Go Set Fire to that Powder
By its very nature, perfume conjures sensual collusion, between partners-in-crime drawn together despite themselves by its invisible, soundless siren call; between the scent and the skin that bears it; between the notes that conjoin to create a chimera. The downy bloom of an apricot cheek. The yielding softness of a white kid glove. The velvety warmth of a lover’s body. Skin to be nipped or stroked…

Once the aphrodisiac rush of ginger and rum burns through, Dangerous Complicity unveils this passionate pact between fruit, flower and flesh. The apricot, tea and violet facets of the tiny osmanthus blossom morph into delicate suede. The coconut-white petals of jasmine betray a whiff of the Beast lurking within the Beauty. The tropical lushness of ylang-ylang conjures salty, sun-kissed skin. The smoky creaminess of sandalwood hints at secret musky places in the chocolate-dark undergrowth of patchouli. This is the scent of skin on skin - or should that be sin on skin? - intimate and sexy, edgy but smooth as a swans-down powder puff. The scent of leather and powder, or rather: the softly scented trace a bad boy’s leather jacket would leave on the powdered skin of a femme fatale. The masculine yielding to the feminine in a fragrant folie à deux - or is it the other way round?