Bibliotheque de Parfum Polar Lights

Description

Top Notes: Black elder, apricot, black orchid, champagne.
Middle Notes: Green tea, aldehyde, peach.
Base: Black tree, whipped cream, mahagoni.

Fragrance Family: Fresh & Citric

Gender: Female.

You are waiting. You are worried. The heavy anticipation begins to pulsate in the temples. A drop of doubt. And … you see, feel it on a physical level. The eyes moisten, and a smile of pleasure runs across the lips. Paints, which you were afraid you would never find, are in it. In this incredible Polar Lights by Bibliotheque de Parfum. The aroma can be compared to the northern lights. Have you seen its overflows in the cold northern sky? That’s how Polar Lights  – you can’t tear yourself away. An intriguing perfume. Its shades are a full spectrum. Lightness and purity, sweetness, nobility. There is also an intoxicating accent. After wearing the fragrance at least once, you can’t live without it.
The start is woven from beauty and dope. But it is not heavy at all, on the contrary, it has all the lightness of the universe. Black orchid and champagne, black elderberry and apricot – how delicious it is. The Polar Lights are always unpredictable. Aldehydes in the aroma pyramid provide the same intrigue. The finale, a plume of notes of whipped cream and woods. Gently. 
The time for Polar Lights is always. It is impossible to part with perfume. And why? After all, he gives such pleasure.

DEDICATED TO IGOR: Who carried summer with him.
 
Igor and Caitlin had neither a spring nor a summer the previous year because of the events that were happening then. In those months, there were no happy adventures to fill them and give them meaning. So in January, they finally decided that they had to do something special, something they had long dreamed of. So they went to the Arctic Circle to look for the northern lights. They were making up for every day they missed, and the world was helping them. That night, the weather was clear and cloudless, so they got into the car and drove to a bare snowy meadow.
– Igor, look, look, there it is, it is so beautiful…
They stood in an embrace, watching the green light, and then he remembered:
– Oh, wait, I have something.
He took out a bottle of champagne, two glasses, apricots, peaches, even a small bouquet of herbs that smelled like July.
– This is to our summer. Happy New Year, my dear.