#Etat Libre d'Orange

[bebemoon]

look for the name: KYARA

@zachtevorm

aniye records "neda" crop top w/ long drape sleeves in stone color

nimph "tristan key and lock" mid-rise upcycled denim trousers

harlot hands "fallacy" silver ring w/ white stone

etat libre d'orange "the ghost in the shell" eau de parfum (unisex)

simona vanth glitter and spike stud "princess" slipper shoes

[cremastercycles]

My perfume diary 11: This smells like leather, clean skin, musk and pine/wood 6/10 (I love Tom of Finland and I wish this was stronger )

[katebvsh]

This is heartbreakingly beautiful . It took me a while to review this because I couldn’t get over it.

On paper this smells like some beautiful aromatic rice-based dish I’ve never tried before. It is stunning and almost brought me to literal tears (I don’t know what it is about ELDO but their perfumes are extremely evocative and make me see or imagine things visually and I don’t think it’s fair to say it’s just a case of clever marketing). This also isn’t the first perfume I’ve tried from ELDO but this one is, in my opinion, criminally slept on. It is also wearable in public imo despite being a rather eccentric choice.

I would have bought a 100ml in a heartbeat if this hadn’t reacted with my skin. It is calming musky and powdery,almost lactonic rice that is somehow enveloped in a smoky dark lime. The synthetic animalic notes may have been why this “turned” on my skin into an offputting Lou-Lou Cacharel gone wrong burning rubber smell on my wrists. Tremendous disappointment. But if the shoe fits (and the fragrance hits) this is a very original take on a savory gourmand. Perfectly unisex and signature scent worthy for someone who lives in a hot climate.

[heartnoose]

[justperfumeasks]

A gorgeous Christmas gift from my boy bestie. Such a luxurious scent that I’ve wanted such a long time. A masterful mix of sweet jasmine, smoky tobacco and ripe apricot with a clean musk base, plus a little warmth from the amber. Such a unique blend, evocative of its inspiration - a chic French girl, scented with jasmine and trails of cigarette smoke. Just stunning.

[nofearforthesettingsun]

Decided to try semen-based scents. Had mixed results. Here are my reviews.

[regulushair]

Tom of Finland by Etat Libre d'Orange

I finally returned to it and Oh My Gods... It's so good! So, this was a bit of a specific choice - it's pride month and I wore a leather jacket and very tight black jeans (and a very see-through deep v-neck t-shirt) and then I came to the store and did something unimaginable for me - I made six (6. SIX) pumps of this fragrance. And I never regretted it - I felt amazing wearing it while it lasted (unfortunately not too long on me - a couple hours - but definitely for a while on the jacket).

It bears repeating - I can bet something important that people who say it smells like latex and condoms because they know it's named after an artist who draws gay porn have never seen a single work by Tom of Finland, much less used by its intended purpose (I did though) - because I've never seen a single condom or a latex garment in his work. So, as you could have guessed this is no what it smells like for me.

For me and on me it sounds like an old suede/soft leather jacket straight out of laundry (I feel more aldehydes here than in Number 5, last time I tried it), Finnish forest in the summer - pine needles and birch tar - especially in the middle of its development - and some slight nicely added sweetness (pyramid-wise, I'd say it's more tonka beans than vanilla). It's very gentle but while it's there it's pretty noticeable.

I get that part of my fascination with this is the fact that I love Tom of Finland and his work but even if so - I loved this fragrance and I'd love to have a bottle.

[crazy-meringue]

Finally I received my New Year's gift! Real happiness. I was really looking forward to this scent because of its composition.

This is HIS scent. His young one. When, having collected all the laurels of the Seven Years' War and having given a few more years to the service of France, 23-year-old Donatien Alphonse Francois returns home. The beauty that blooms like a fragrant orange flower merges with a craving for secrets and mystical freedom, brought up in the basement of the uncle-abbot's castle, where there was always the smell of incense. He puts on a baby blue suit with silver embroidery and takes out the oldest book in the family library. The smell of these pages embraces him and touches him tenderly, like a girl. And from the depths of his soul and body, passion finally bursts freely and fully.

This is such a scent. Youth, lust and mystery. All that my creation associates with my dear friend

//I'm also waiting for two volumes of "Juliette" and a complete edition of "Justine", but they will most likely be delivered next week

[windy-apple]

Put on some jasmine et cigarette to sit around the house for the rest of the night. ✌🏻

[thebeautycove]

ETAT LIBRE D'ORANGE - SOUS LE PONT MIRABEAU - Eau de Parfum - Novità 2023 -

P+P what a terrific alchemy. Poems + Perfumes. Is there anything better than that to shake your S+S? Senses and Soul reply right away.

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Che stupefacente alchimia quando le fragranze scuotono la curiosità e sono ganci di riflessione su quanto si è appreso nella vita, soprattutto sui testi scolastici, sulle buone letture fatte nel tempo, su quanto certe esperienze si siano poi trasformate in una trama fitta di passione e condivisione.

Ritrovare Guillame Apollinaire in questa nuova fragranza di Etat Libre d'Orange - Sous le Pont Mirabeau - è stato come aprire un varco di luce nella memoria.

Apollinaire è uno dei grandi della poesia moderna, coniò il termine 'esprit nouveau' dando significato alle avanguardie artistiche francesi d'inizio 900.

La sua poesia multisensoriale vive nella sostanza del ricordo, affrancata dai confini del tempo, ne contrasta la forza dissipatrice per divenire incorruttibile.

Nei versi della sua celeberrima ‘Le Pont Mirabeau’, cui la fragranza si ispira, scorre la malinconia per un amore perduto, la nostalgia di un tempo che non conosce futuro e quella speranza violenta e timida che fu cara a Baudelaire.

E questa sensazione di fluire, del moto perpetuo e sincopato delle acque della Senna traspare da rigorosi accordi acquatici e minerali.

La sensazione in apertura è di freschezza acidula brumosa rubata alle luci dell'imbrunire, di sentori terrosi e metallici sostenuti dalla forza calma dei legni, sandalo e cedro.

Sono aromi sospesi e lenti, meditativi nel solenne evaporare dell'incenso, nel prolungato riverbero ozonato, rischiarati dagli accenti erbacei delle foglie di violetta, dalla poetica rima dell'ambra grigia.

E ancora, come a voler trattenere in circolo le sensazioni di attesa e speranza, riemergono i legni, più confortanti e magnetici nel loro levarsi dal fraseggio distensivo di vaniglia e muschi.

É indossare una poesia.

Creata da Mathieu Nardin.

Eau de Parfum 100 ml. In selezionati p.v.

©thebeautycove   @igbeautycove

IL PONTE MIRABEAU Sotto il ponte Mirabeau scorre la Senna E i nostri amor Che io me ne sovvenga La gioia mai mancò dopo il dolor Venga la notte rintocchi l’ora I giorni se ne vanno io non ancora Le mani nelle mani restando faccia a faccia Lasciam che giù Sotto l’arcata delle nostre braccia D’eterni sguardi passi l’onda lassa Venga la notte rintocchi l’ora I giorni se ne vanno io non ancora L’amore se ne va come va la corrente L’amore va Come la vita è lenta E come la Speranza è violenta Venga la notte rintocchi l’ora I giorni se ne vanno io non ancora Giornate e settimane il tempo corre Né più il passato Né più l’amore torna Sotto il ponte Mirabeau la Senna scorre Venga la notte rintocchi l’ora I giorni se ne vanno io non ancora

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Il ponte Mirabeau deve parte della sua fama a questa celeberrima poesia di Apollinaire. Costruito nel biennio1895/97 ha una struttura a tre arcate in acciaio e collega la riva sinistra del 15°arrondissement alla destra del 16°. Quattro imponenti sculture in bronzo, poste alla base dei pilastri di sostegno, rappresentano l'abbondanza, la navigazione, il commercio e la città di Parigi. E' uno dei ponti più romantici della Ville Lumière, da sempre cantato e celebrato da artisti e letterati.

Elogio in fragranza al poeta Guillaume Apollinaire, che coniò il termine “esprit nouveau” per rappresentare l’avanguardia dei tempi moderni. Apollinaire aveva in se la genialità dell'innovatore, fu un visionario nell'approcciare le nuove correnti artistiche e il primo a riconoscere la valenza della pittura metafisica.

Il ponte Mirabeau è una delle sue poesie più belle, tratta dalla raccolta Alcools del 1913, in cui l'autore applica ai versi i principi della pittura cubista, le liriche non servono uno schema, non presentano un soggetto ricorrente ma, soprattutto, sono libere e non costrette in spazi limitati dalla punteggiatura.

Il ponte ha per Apollinaire una profonda valenza simbolica, è metafora del sentimento amoroso, luogo che induce a riflettere su sentimenti e tempo. Malinconia e visione onirica si fondono palesando il tratto distintivo dello stile del poeta, la sua poesia non è solo parola, è anche tattile, udibile, percepibile con i cinque sensi, qui sta la sua straordinarietà.

C'è il riferimento alla Senna, all’acqua che scorre veloce come il tempo, alle cose smarrite in esso, all'amore perduto per la pittrice Marie Laurencin, il ricordo e la nostalgia, la consapevolezza di ciò che non potrà tornare, l' abisso di solitudine e malinconia. Tutto passa, la giovinezza e la felicità spazzate via per sempre e la citazione alla 'speranza violenta' di Baudelaire è più che appropriata, poichè la tristezza ha per lui lo stesso significato, di violenza e timidezza congiunte.

E se il tema del tempo è cruciale in quest'opera, la protagonista assoluta è la poesia stessa. Tutto ciò che resiste all’azione distruttrice e implacabile del tempo è il dono di queste parole. Il dolore della separazione viene lenito dalla bellezza, dallo splendore del verbo poetico, che possiede la stessa funzione salvifica della memoria.

©thebeautycove

[murdrballad]

[silkysillycat]

Someone beat you to it. Semen and blood.

I make perfumes that smell like blood, phlegm, black bile, and yellow bile. They're not very good yet, but I'm trying to improve my scents of humor.

[cremastercycles]

This is my girlfriends current perfume wardrobe!

[fragranceonthefeuille]

Une Charogne by Charles Baudelaire

A Carrion

Do you remember the thing we saw, my soul, That summer morning, so beautiful, so soft: At a turning in the path, a filthy carrion, On a bed sown with stones,

Legs in the air, like a lascivious woman, Burning and sweating poisons, Opened carelessly, cynically, Its great fetid belly.

The sun shone on this fester, As though to cook it to a turn, And to return a hundredfold to great Nature What she had joined in one;

And the sky saw the superb carcass Open like a flower. The stench was so strong, that you might think To swoon away upon the grass.

The flies swarmed on that rotten belly, Whence came out black battalions Of spawn, flowing like a thick liquid Along its living tatters.

All this rose and fell like a wave, Or rustled in jerks; One would have said that the body, fun of a loose breath, Lived in this its procreation.

And this world gave out a strange music, Like flowing water and wind, Or a winnower's grain that he shakes and turns With rhythmical grace in his basket.

The forms fade and are no more than a dream, A sketch slow to come On the forgotten canvas, and that the artist completes Only by memory.

Behind the boulders an anxious bitch Watched us with angry eyes, Spying the moment to regain in the skeleton The morsel she had dropped.

— And yet you will be like this excrement, This horrible stench, O star of my eyes, sun of my being, You, my angel, my passion.

Yes, such you will be, queen of gracefulness, After the last sacraments, When you go beneath the grasses and fat flowers, Moldering amongst the bones.

Then, my beauty, say to the vermin Which will eat you with kisses, That I have kept the shape and the divine substance Of my decomposed loves!

— Geoffrey Wagner, Selected Poems of Charles Baudelaire (NY: Grove Press, 1974)

Une Charogne

Rappelez-vous l'objet que nous vîmes, mon âme, Ce beau matin d'été si doux: Au détour d'un sentier une charogne infâme Sur un lit semé de cailloux,

Les jambes en l'air, comme une femme lubrique, Brûlante et suant les poisons, Ouvrait d'une façon nonchalante et cynique Son ventre plein d'exhalaisons.

Le soleil rayonnait sur cette pourriture, Comme afin de la cuire à point, Et de rendre au centuple à la grande Nature Tout ce qu'ensemble elle avait joint;

Et le ciel regardait la carcasse superbe Comme une fleur s'épanouir. La puanteur était si forte, que sur l'herbe Vous crûtes vous évanouir.

Les mouches bourdonnaient sur ce ventre putride, D'où sortaient de noirs bataillons De larves, qui coulaient comme un épais liquide Le long de ces vivants haillons.

Tout cela descendait, montait comme une vague Ou s'élançait en pétillant; On eût dit que le corps, enflé d'un souffle vague, Vivait en se multipliant.

Et ce monde rendait une étrange musique, Comme l'eau courante et le vent, Ou le grain qu'un vanneur d'un mouvement rythmique Agite et tourne dans son van.

Les formes s'effaçaient et n'étaient plus qu'un rêve, Une ébauche lente à venir Sur la toile oubliée, et que l'artiste achève Seulement par le souvenir.

Derrière les rochers une chienne inquiète Nous regardait d'un oeil fâché, Epiant le moment de reprendre au squelette Le morceau qu'elle avait lâché.

— Et pourtant vous serez semblable à cette ordure, À cette horrible infection, Etoile de mes yeux, soleil de ma nature, Vous, mon ange et ma passion!

Oui! telle vous serez, ô la reine des grâces, Apres les derniers sacrements, Quand vous irez, sous l'herbe et les floraisons grasses, Moisir parmi les ossements.

Alors, ô ma beauté! dites à la vermine Qui vous mangera de baisers, Que j'ai gardé la forme et l'essence divine De mes amours décomposés!

— Charles Baudelaire

See also:

Chagone by Etat Libre d'Orange with notes of lily accord, bergamot, ginger, ylang ylang, jasmine, lily of the valley, pink berries, ambrette absolute, leather, animal notes, incense, vanilla…

Described as

"The skin is soft and warmed, yet in some spots almost transparent. Opalescent lily. Forsaking flirtation and prudery, the beauty reveals her inner self, daring to expose herself as she truly is, superlatively nude. It is the perfect moment. Ripe flesh awaiting to be picked. Undaunted, she casts aside the urge and it is now in complete silence that the fatal attraction operates.

 A docile, consenting victim. The beast is actually not far away. He lies in ambush and, as the fine connoisseur he is, anticipates the moment he will take possession of her essence. For him this prey is named desire and he assesses her fully-fledged femininity. The fragrance soars. We are nearly there. It is soon the time when the heart will liquefy and shed its vanilla notes, when leather will melt into a balm and when an unrecognizable anatomy will deliver its precious, sunbathed and uplifting aromas. Blissful pestilence. Believe in the beast, this embrace has the taste of eternity.

How could one do without it?"

For those with JSTOR access, see Cherly Krueger's "The Scent Trail of 'Une Charogne'"

[horrormovieonlegs]

How it feels waiting for Etat Libre d'Orange's discovery set to come back in stock

[kashmerethedeusa]

2023 We are

putting the Maison Francis Kurkdjian Baccarat Rouge 540 down and picking up other fragrances. This fragrance house has some other Grand Soir, Amyris Femme, and Aqua Vitae that you can try.

Here are other fragrance houses you can try

-Born To Stand Out -Scents of Woods -Veronique Gabai -Maison Tahite -Widian -Montblanc -4160 Tuesday -Kierin NYC -Etat Libre d'Orange -Stephanie Humbert Lucas 777