Clean Suede EDP - Etat Libre d'Orange

Marble body, forest soul: an indomitable fragrance

Olfactory Family: Woody Aromatic

Top Notes: Aldehydes, Sicilian lemon, pink pepper

Middle Notes: Birch leaves, cypress, galbanum, Scots pine

Base Notes: Suede, white musk, ambergris, tonka bean, iris, bourbon vanilla

Perfumer: Unknown

Launch Year: 2023

The water slides over her skin as if caressing it with crystal fingers. Each drop slips between the contours of her body, as if nature itself were sculpting her silhouette. The first contact with this fragrance is pure, electrifying. The aldehydes shine like lightning in the clear sky, while the Sicilian lemon bursts with its juicy freshness, as if squeezing the sun between your hands. It's the kind of cleansing that not only washes the body, but also the memory. There's something almost religious about the way this fragrance envelops the skin. Like the scent of a freshly cut bar of white soap, it evokes the purity of the essential, the simple and powerful beauty of the unadorned male body. There's no arrogance, only a naked and free truth. The clarity of its openness makes it a perfume that doesn't impose itself: it reveals itself, insinuates itself, and breathes.

At its heart lies the forest. A living, virile forest, where the trees breathe and the mosses murmur ancient secrets. Birch leaves provide a green, earthy, almost wild note. Cypress adds verticality, like a vegetal backbone. Galbanum intensifies its wild, balsamic character, while Scots pine brings a resinous freshness that cuts through the air like a mountain gust. It's a walk through nature with a bare chest, an open soul, and senses on edge.

But make no mistake: this man is not all purity and the outdoors. Beneath his open shirt and clear gaze lies a magnetic, brutally sensual energy. At the heart of this composition, the fragrance transforms into skin, desire, and shadow. Suede enters the scene with its soft, animal texture, embracing white musk like two bodies fused in the night.

Ambergris brings that mineral, saline touch that smells like damp skin after desire. And there, in that corner of his psyche where instincts and promises intersect, appears the tonka bean: sweet, spicy, round. The iris, with its powdery hue, nuances the whole with melancholic elegance, like the memory of a love that still burns. And the bourbon vanilla, warm and deep, envelops everything like a blanket that smells of pleasure.

This perfume isn't worn, it's lived. It's an intimate experience that begins like a shower at dawn and ends like a passionate encounter under the moon. It speaks of a free man, proud of his body, his strength, but also his vulnerability. Someone who isn't afraid to give in, who wants to feel everything, experience everything.

It's a fragrance that looks to tomorrow without fear, that embraces the duality of being: light and shadow, flesh and soul, the wild and the sacred. It doesn't seek to please, it seeks to move. It's not explained, it's smelled... and it stays. In the memory, on the skin, in desire.