Bibliotheque de Parfum Lost in Bali

Description

Top Notes: Pistachios, bergamot, cardamom, pink pepper.
Middle Notes: Tuberose, ylang-ylang, jasmine.
Base: Coconut, amber, tonka beans, benzoin.
Fragrance Family: Fresh & Citric
Gender: Female
Wear. Seduce. Conquer. Lost in Bali by Bibliotheque de Parfum was created exactly for this. For you! It becomes a secret weapon. Adds confidence, strength, and inspiration. No doubt, this fragrance attracts attention. Are you ready to be in the center of hot sights? Feel them on your skin. Such attention can be addictive. But don’t worry, as long as you have an Lost In Bali, as long as you feel like a Queen in this strong train, everything will be like you want.
The magic, the power of this perfume is in its notes. A sharp start takes all the attention. Tenderness, creamy pistachios is diluted with a bold sharpness of pink pepper. Bergamot adds spices. Then, in the heart of the aroma explosive tuberose opens its petals. One flower and it makes everyone go crazy like a whole bouquet. Ylang-ylang adds a velvety sound to the aroma. Final, train of the Lost in Bali is exotic. Reminds about passionate kisses by the ocean. A note of coconut transfers to the paradise islands.
It becomes a desire to make Lost in Bali a necessity. For being always near. For inspiring every day, for giving strength and energy with its explosive and so gentle sound.
DEDICATED TO NEIMAN:  Who danced in the jungle.
 
They were brought to the meeting point blindfolded so that they could not see the way. Each of them had a guide to lead the way, and all Neiman could feel was the soft carpet of grass as she took an occasional step off the path and a whirlwind of scents: citrus, freshly sour bergamot, coconut, pistachios.
 
When they arrived at the gathering place, they were wearing jasmine and tuberose necklaces. They began to play music, slow and rhythmic at first, then it became faster and faster, spinning into a frenzy. The smell of the necklaces mingled with the smell of the tropics, and feet moved by themselves. Then, in a moment, the music stopped. Neiman stopped, opened her eyes, which she had kept closed while dancing, and saw the people around her as they were: white and black, good and evil. Now she knew who was who, and everyone knew who she was.