En Passant EDP Partial
EN PASSANT, a virtuous fragrance by Olivia Giacobetti that captures all the purity of lilac.
Paris, on a bright morning in May. At the bend of an alleyway, a light breeze carries the scent of lilac. This so-called "quiet" flower, which does not have any natural essence, is recreated here by Olivia Giacobetti, with remarkable realism. EN PASSANT makes a feature of its flowers, delicately sun-kissed and dusted. The greenness of their leaves and the crispness of their stems. A final trace of cucumber brings airy freshness, like a veil of crystalline dew. A touch of cedar and white musk, and the skin sings a song of spring.
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En Passant EDP Partial
En Passant EDP Partial
EN PASSANT, a virtuous fragrance by Olivia Giacobetti that captures all the purity of lilac.
Paris, on a bright morning in May. At the bend of an alleyway, a light breeze carries the scent of lilac. This so-called "quiet" flower, which does not have any natural essence, is recreated here by Olivia Giacobetti, with remarkable realism. EN PASSANT makes a feature of its flowers, delicately sun-kissed and dusted. The greenness of their leaves and the crispness of their stems. A final trace of cucumber brings airy freshness, like a veil of crystalline dew. A touch of cedar and white musk, and the skin sings a song of spring.
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EN PASSANT, a virtuous fragrance by Olivia Giacobetti that captures all the purity of lilac.
Paris, on a bright morning in May. At the bend of an alleyway, a light breeze carries the scent of lilac. This so-called "quiet" flower, which does not have any natural essence, is recreated here by Olivia Giacobetti, with remarkable realism. EN PASSANT makes a feature of its flowers, delicately sun-kissed and dusted. The greenness of their leaves and the crispness of their stems. A final trace of cucumber brings airy freshness, like a veil of crystalline dew. A touch of cedar and white musk, and the skin sings a song of spring.
