Flamenco is art, deep and folk art, simple and torn, hypnotic and fiery … art in its purest form! And art is the true and only luxury I recognize.

“Flamenco” is my olfactory manifesto, my origin, my inheritance … it is the soul of Spain, the hallmark of identity, cultural symbol and essence of the south. Intoxicating emotion interpreted in cante, guitar and dance, feeling that I imagine present under the magnetic spell of a night in the Alhambra. Impregnated with this feeling, my challenge to approach art is to make it transcend in perfume:

Like a fan, of broad language and undulating ritual, it starts and shows its strength by intertwining atlas cedar wood and Mediterranean pine. Like a flower, it displays in its petals, the joy of orange blossom in Seville, the passion of the red rose in Damascus and the irresistible sensuality of jasmine under the moon. Like a guitar touch, it flies into the air, between raspberry polka dots and saffron faralaes. And as in a final ecstasy, he finds the leprechaun in a combination of amber nectar, voluptuous iris and narcotic musk.