AJAR
85,00 €
Ajar is a chameleon-like fragrance that speaks of incarnation. Dark incense meets dazzling orchid. A union as ambivalent and complex as human nature itself. The light and shade within us all.
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Ajar is a chameleon-like fragrance that speaks of incarnation. Dark incense meets dazzling orchid. A union as ambivalent and complex as human nature itself. The light and shade within us all.
| Brand | JARDINS D’ECRIVAINS |
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Jardins d’Ecrivains is a French perfume house founded by Anaïs Biguine in 2012 that draws inspiration from literature and spectagular gardens.
"You see, a scent awakens the mind."
Victor Hugo
When creating the world of Jardins D’Écrivains, Anaïs naturally combined two of her passions, gardens and literature. Inevitably, she eventually expressed her complicity with certain writers through scent. A trail of scent is so evocative, and can be the vehicle for a memory or a poem. Symbolizing an era, a character or a place with a perfume arouses the soul of an investigator in Anaïs as she seeks out every relevant detail so that she, too, can tell a beautiful story.
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