She sits alone at the cafe terrace. Noises from crowds and the busy street surround her. And yet she sits, unfazed, all her refined sensuality naturally sparks envy.

As a breeze blows by, it brushes the scent of iris off her bare skin. It’s only natural that she wears the most precious raw material in perfumery.

The floral and earthy notes evoke an air of timeless

elegance, igniting an invisible flame of desire.

As she moves on, leaving behind the burning memory of an irresistible woman, her essence remains intense. Only the extravagant base notes of patchouli linger behind. Like a sensual promise of what will never be.

The source of her burning sensuality? Fétiche L’Iris by Christian Louboutin.