"She's a rose with thorns, don't mess with her. She's a girl who goes to extremes. Her fragrance lifts you higher, she rocks and shocks."
This angel is not blue, but as red as the petals of a blood-gorged rose. Here, the flower is expressed at its richest: you can almost taste its jamminess, lifted with metallic hints of pink and black pepper. But its velvety flesh is also a woman’s, musky, honeyed and dark.
A riveting, take-no-prisoners sillage monster, La Fille de Berlin is Lutens at the top of his flamboyant form. So femme a man could rock it. So true to the flower no rose lover should be without it. So good it could even convert the rose-averse. Falling in love again, never wanted to… What I am to do? I can’t help it.
La Fille de Berlin Notes
Rose, violet, pink and black pepper, musk