God of Fire Eau de Parfum

Monstrum or prodigious, the god of fire touches with precision, caresses and then strikes with lightning. Must we also caress this smooth, satin skin, sewn together by a blind weaver that everyone comes to 
one day for a sovereign suit?

He knows a cocktail, he knows his vivid beauty, his ginger and pink berries are blowpipe arrows. Feeling his reflection in the glass he offers, the soul in the body of this impeccable dandy. 

Mineral, magma under the ice, animal, he knows it all. Subjugating master of cards, he is also mango, to smile and dance. He is jasmine for both night and day in this play of lights. His turquoise diamonds are mirrors. His mirrors, eyes of amber and musk, Latin skies and amber fires.