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From the heart of Florence we offer a line of perfumes truly unique,
which we have created to increasingly meet the needs and desires of those who have followed us over time: many absolutely innovative fragrances,
created in a personal way, which do not comply
with the traditional olfactive canones,
using only the precious and rarest ingredients.
Magic formulae, alchemic principles with alcohol distilled multiple times
to reach a state of absolute pureness.
Perfumes to be experienced on one's skin,
which is the one protagonist of the tale that will originate.
The complete range of l'Óprofumo^® products can be found only at l'Ó shop:

Two sides:
one dark and passionate, the other refined, elegant and detached. Red and intense damask rose, light and delicate centifolia rose, fiery lanka chilli, capable of stirring up fires, honey and tuberose to keep the fire alive, sweet woods that continue to feed it.
Created putting to rest the active and real sensations, trying to get to a state of perfect receptiveness and giving free rein to transformation. A delicate flowing of notes from the head towards the heart and the bottom without drastic changes. Slightly bitter like an unfinished dream.
So complex that words cannot describe but only evoke it, intense and insinuating, and at the same time light and clean like just-ironed silk, this wonderful vetiver has only accompaniment notes because it is the real protagonist of this adventurous story.
So much sweetness, so much impetuosity and no uncertainties. A strong start like a sonata in A major, a lance blow that cuts reality throws us in a sweet and persuasive world just a bit rough with pieces of toasted almonds and sublime vanilla. As transparent as crystal, as strong as courage.
The antique harmony of a Greek kouros joins the atavistic wisdom of the Orient. Like Balthus teaches us Only tradition is revolutionary and decidedly modern.
From an antique formulary a magic recipe that becomes perfume, a passion that bewitches and make love circulate. Do not ask for its composition: it is an alchemy that transforms the primary substances into those of desire.
A journey that starts with an inspiration but we do not know where it will lead. Precious flowers, rare spices and the purest essential oil: star anise embracing geranium, rose hips that wink, black pepper that leaks secrets, chandan not to indulge in memories. An overflowing jewel box that does not want to tell of emotions but rouse them.
Scent and time, time and space. An intense patchouly rich in symbols, with orange and eternal woods. An ancient perfume yet still modern. Rootedness and love, universal metempsychosis.
Born on a Monday at 1:23 a.m. on January 48th in a very cold and sunny night, with a deep cheerful sadness and a great desire to be shared. What's more, it hates you with much love.
Not trying it would be illogical.
Peach blossoms and cherry buds to symbolize the grace of geishas and the honor of samurais. Lemon-balm and nutmeg to keep away sad thoughts, pink peppercorn and angelica root to seal the deal. Ripe and rich like an orchard of unforgettable colours.
360 degrees of cacao: hot and crispy, impertinent and insinuating, cheerful and inviting like warm sheets on a winter morning.
Air and freedom, a flow of dreams to embrace the surroundings. The scent of lime and tonka beans fly off while the sandalwood twirls to let the cedar and patchouli slide in.
Discordant vibrations explode with flair. All nerves and heart, overshadowed flowers among spices. To learn how to tell lies.
Surly and unresponsive, primitive and wild, anticipating to be exposed. Stingy and nonconformist waiting for a judge to decide.
It sweetens and transforms everything more than time does. It changes the colour of wind, everything crumbles in a humourless rain.
It is actually listening to you, it is speaking to you right now. It is here for you, at this very moment, forever.
Maths, a science perfect like a thriller by Agatha Christie: method (cinnamon), circumstance (black pepper), motive (cyclamen and onion). It is up to you to discover the rest.
An enchanted wild forest: citron, roots of vetiver vibrating, then, all of a sudden, a fire glowing, the earth lightening, and a seated gorilla sipping a cup of coffee.
Nostalgia and reverie. Various imaginary flowers, the ones which bloomed and those which possibly would have bloomed. That was precisely the point: will it bloom?
And suddenly FLORUIT.
Handful of jasmines fell
into a pitcher filled with seawater,
and it was the miracle,
the night-blooming jasmine soaked by the sea
laughed and enjoyed themselves
as never before.

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