Soul of my Soul 100 ml -Etat Libre d'Orange

Soul of my soul, perfume of my eternity

Olfactory Family: Amber, oriental, musky

Top Notes: Orpur Italian bergamot, Orpur Somali frankincense essence, Orpur CO2 pink pepper

Middle Notes: Orpur iris butter, Orpur rose absolute, suede accord

Base Notes: Orpur Australian sandalwood essence, Georgian wood accord, Orpur Madagascar vanilla absolute

Perfume is soul, soul is perfume. And in this olfactory creation, that invisible link takes shape through sublime and evocative raw materials. Each accord, each note, each trail is a whisper between worlds: the tangible and the ethereal, body and spirit, memory and desire. This is a fragrance that doesn't just beautify the skin; It transforms it into a sensorial talisman, a portal that connects with the divine, as would a prayer or a sustained caress.

From its first notes, the perfume opens with an Italian Orpur bergamot that doesn't shine, but rather glows like the first ray of sunlight on a golden dome. Beside it, the Somali incense—sacred and ancient—raises its spiritual smoke, lifting the soul of the perfume upward. Pink pepper, vibrant like a sacred murmur, ignites the composition with an energy that pulses between passion and contemplation.

The heart beats with overwhelming tenderness. Orpur iris butter provides a creamy, powdery texture, as if the fragrance were breathing from the center of a temple. The rose absolute, majestic and sensual, doesn't scream: it sings. Its voice is that of a memory that slips through the window on a childhood afternoon. The suede accord adds a touch of bare skin, a contained embrace, a sigh that touches the neck and stays there to live.

And then, the descent into the mysteries of the earth. Australian sandalwood arrives like a silent prayer, a sacred wood that doesn't burn, but embraces. Georgian wood adds depth and an almost tactile texture, as if we could feel every note. Madagascar vanilla, absolute and intoxicating, weaves the invisible thread that unites all the elements: sweet, but never cloying; enveloping, without being oppressive; ethereal and yet unforgettable.

This perfume could have been used to anoint the gods, in Persian ceremonies, or in the devotional rituals of ancient India. It smells of an offering, of milk poured over a sacred stone, of clarified butter melting in the heat of a ritual fire, of white smoke rising to the heavens as a message of eternal love. It is not simply a fragrance, it is a liquid sacrament.

There is something profoundly spiritual in the way musk blends with iris and vanilla. It's not a trivial game of seduction, but a dance of souls. It's as if each molecule is touched by the intention to linger, to leave a mark, not only on the skin, but on the emotional memory of the person who perceives it. The perfume is not just carried… it is remembered.

This perfume speaks the language of the white, sparkling, and sidereal soul. It is the invisible representation of the divine in the everyday. Wearing it is like entering a meditative state, like embracing the mystery of the universe without the need for words. The trail it leaves is an echo of the soul: soft, persistent, mysterious.

For the musk I remain. For the rose I breathe. For the vanilla I abandon myself. This perfume is an intimate ritual, an emotional alchemy that uplifts and transforms. It is a sacred chant that whispers in your ear: soul of my soul, here I am, forever.