“Venus couldn’t wear only perfumes. The perfume is the only clothe which suits her beauty; it is revealing a perfection of which we couldn’t access with our eyes closed. We abandon ourselves in her immaterial arms and it carries us in another space where our skins and our breath have related party.Hidden in the heart of its own invisibility, it doesn’t cover the body, it doesn’t mask, on the contrary it shapes an intangible sensoriality that slides in us and grabbed our breath to irradiate up to our intimate depths. Our senses are places of exchange. The fragrance borrows the most vital way, the ways through which exerts what our senses have most immediate, most necessary, most primal and most archaic...