Bibliotheque de Parfum Hurricane

Description

Top Notes: Grapefruit, sage, orange blossom.
Middle Notes: Red pepper, iris root, nutmeg.
Base: Vetiver, oak moss, amber, woody notes.

Fragrance Family: Woody & Chypre

Gender: Male

Lord of the World. Wind that never stops moving. It’s here and there. Far and near. On the other side of the planet, but always close by. He is the air, a furious typhoon. And his perfume Hurricane by Bibliotheque de Parfum. Such a man reaches great heights. If you could make Everest your home, you would easily conquer it. But why stay in one place? There are so many interesting things to do in the world. You won’t be bored with such a guy. He has a million stories to tell. His skin smells of sea salt, traces of sun and drops of Hurricane perfume.
The beginning of Hurricane by Bibliotheque de Parfum is 100% citrus. With a pleasant, refined bitterness, this is a real energy cocktail. Breathe it in and you won’t be able to stop moaning with pleasure. The ‘heart’ of the fragrance is spices. There are lots of them. Different. Hot, spicy, tender. Unravelling these aspects is impossible to get tired of. The finale is a noble vetiver. Laconic, it leaves no room for intrigue and complexity. It falls in love with you. 
Hurricane by Bibliotheque de Parfum is a masculine fragrance. Yes. But the modern Amazons, who are strong and independent, want to steal the perfume for their own collection. This battle between Yin and Yang can be observed endlessly. Who will win the final? Only time will tell. 

DEDICATED TO MARCO:  Who caught the hurricane.
 
The cars stop at the foot of the mountain. They will not go any further.
 
— Hurry up, hurry up, we are going to miss everything, — Marko hurries his friends, who are taking their packages out of the trunk and checking their phones.
 
During this time, they have to walk up a forest path to a steep slope. The path is narrow, for one person, so Marko, walking ahead, clears the way and at the same time makes sure that no one falls behind. He removes stones from the road, spreading branches like a theater backdrop. The air here is full of moss and ozone.
 
— We’re here, be careful, — he warns.
 
The path ends, and there are only two or three meters to the slope ahead. In order not to fall into the precipice, the friends slowly, one by one, walk in a line. There is a forest behind them. There is the ocean in front of them, where the columns of hurricanes are coming from. On the horizon, still small, they will not hurt them, but it is a rare thing to see.
 
— Marko, are you finally in your element? — they ask.
— It smells like wind and grapefruit, can you smell it? The hurricanes must have been formed in Brazil, — he does not hear the question, but his friends understand that the answer is “yes”.