GEORGE
85,00 €
George Sand was the most modern woman of the romantic age. Jardins Dcrivains based its first fragrance, GEORGE, on her extraordinary life. An intense olfactory signature announces the marriage between spellbinding notes cypress notes foreshadow a dazzling temperament.
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George Sand was the most modern woman of the romantic age. Jardins Dcrivains based its first fragrance, GEORGE, on her extraordinary life. An intense olfactory signature announces the marriage between spellbinding notes cypress notes foreshadow a dazzling temperament.
| 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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