Bibliotheque de Parfum Play with Me!

Description

Top Notes: Sapodella, Ambrette.
Middle Notes: Magnolia, violet, sandal.
Base: Gray amber, cedar.
Fragrance Family: Atypical
Gender: Female
Its impermanence can drive everyone crazy. It constantly changes its character. Gentle. A second – and it becomes swift and strong. The head turns from its flirtations. “Play with me” by Bibliotheque de Parfum – is it a fragrance or a person? A perfume whose seductive power no one can resist. It discovers such facets and sides that could not be imagined. “Play with me” is a tempter. You will quickly be sure of this, because the compliments that fall on you in an avalanche will knock you off your feet and make you blush. Be ready to the moment when the aroma will open all its notes.
Seductive tenderness. Wrapping, strong, absolute. The beginning of the game is oriental notes of sapodilla. Gourmet fruit, reminiscent of the aroma of a pear dipped in a viscous syrup of brown sugar. Next ambretta with a sharp tinge of tobacco. Magnolia and violet in the heart of Play with me!. The aroma is transforming. It becomes light, fresh, and playful, like spring. A seductive spring. The finale of the fragrance is grey amber. Strong and uncompromising aphrodisiac.
Play with me! This is a call that will be read in the eyes and on the notes of your bright and delicate perfume.
Dedicated To Sue: Who made the confiture.
 
One of the two houses that Sue had at her disposal was completely lined with shelves, like books. But on them were jars of 20, 50, and 100 grams. She didn’t make confiture in large jars because there were few flavors like hers.
 
That day, a stewpan was on the stove with sapodilla, a fruit that tastes like a sugar pear or persimmon, simmering in syrup. There was no need to add honey, it was already sweet enough. Now Sue wanted to wrap this taste in something like a silk scarf.
 
– What was in the garden?
 
She returned to the room with a magnolia, violets, and ambergris. She plucked the petals one by one, and slowly poured them into the golden confiture, and as the flowers melted in the saucepan, four jars began to shimmer more and more noticeably on one of the shelves. It was as if they were approving and speaking:
 
– We are ready. We are ready. The recipe is a success. We are ready.