Bibliotheque de Parfum Dangerous Romance

Description

Top Notes: Green notes, hemp.
Middle Notes: Wood notes, coffee, resin, tobacco.
Base: Oud, incense.

Fragrance Family: Woody & Chypre

Gender: Unisex

Dangerous. Your mother will definitely not be happy to know this. Like a friend with a bad reputation, this fragrance is extremely interesting. Dangerous romance by Bibliotheque de Parfum. It’s exciting. Any more and you feel dizzy. It completely paralyzes the mind. You only want one thing. Breathe in more of this crazy scent, breathe in deeper. Breathing makes you feel dizzy. It’s a dope that you just can’t resist. Oh, perfume magicians! Look what you have done, look what you have created!
There is no doubt about the start of the fragrance. Green notes and hemp dance around you like drops of perfumed madness. In a frenetic rhythm, they reveal their sides, surprise and disturb. You enjoy it. The ‘heart’ of the fragrance is more modest, but not by much. Woody, coffee, resin and tobacco notes. When this part of the fragrance pyramid is revealed, bliss is at its peak. Oud and frankincense are a fitting finale and a recognisable trail. Dangerous romance by Bibliotheque de Parfum is a magical haze that follows you. 
Nobody will ever identify Dangerous romance by Bibliotheque de Parfum as masculine or feminine. The fragrance is capricious and complex. And yes, only it can choose its owner. The case when you need to test only on the skin. 

DEDICATED TO JAVIER:  Who was sitting in the bar.
 
The bar, in an alleyway off the main street, had no extra people, because there was nothing else there but a bar. The dark room was filled with smoke from ceiling to floor. Through the bitter — sour fog, it was impossible to see those sitting at the opposite end of the room. Only a silhouette. People made acquaintances in the bar, of course. Naturally, it did not last longer than one football season and the final loss of one’s team.
 
Javier walked into the bar without a purpose. He was tired from his day at work. His tanned face was sweating. His shirt was waiting to be taken off. ‘Just one drink,’ he said to himself before entering and then gave the bartender the details of his order.
 
But when the drink was brought to him and his shoulders finally relaxed, his eyes stopped wandering around the bar, he noticed that he was being watched from a distant table. A pair of eyes held him like nails holding a large painting on the wall. A black dress with only one strap. Red lipstick without a single shade, a standard red. ‘Oh, this is not going to be a smooth sailing ride,’ Javier knew, and then he had to decide what to do.