L’Artisan Seville a L’Aube – Tester

The story behind the fragrance, from The Perfume Lover book by Denyse Beaulieu:

Under the silver-embroidered velvet of her dais, the Madonna, crystal tears on her cheek, tilts her head towards the spicy white lilies and carnations tumbling from her float. She is being carried into the golden whorls of a baroque chapel, smoothly manoeuvred in and out, in and out, in and out Ò they say the bearers get erections as they do this Ò while RomÌÁnªs hand runs down my black lace shift and up my thigh to tangle with my garter-belt straps. His breath on my neck smells of blond tobacco and the manzanilla wine weªve been drinking all night Ò here in Seville, Holy Week is a pagan celebration: resurrection is a foregone conclusion and there is no need to mourn or repent. As the crowd shifts to catch a last sight of the float before the chapel doors shut behind it, the church exhales a cold old-stone gust. I am in the pulsing, molten-gold heart of Seville, thrust into her fragrant flesh, and there is no need for RomÌÁn to take me to bed at dawn: heªs already given me the night.”

Seville L’Aubewas launched in 2012.