Château Paradis
NOTES & ACCORDS
Category: Soft, fairytale like
Top: Frosted angelica, Distant garden rose, Bed of violets
Heart: Raspberries, Peach Marshmallow, Turkish Delight
Base: Sea Salted Caramel Biscuit, The scent of book, Watery White Musk
DESCRIPTION
They say the château appears only to those who believe in impossible things. It stands deep within a rose-covered forest, behind a gate of gold thorns. The air is laced with magic.
Château Paradis is the scent of that hidden world. Soft and otherworldly. The first breath carries the sparkle of crystallised angelica. A bed of violets blooms beneath it. Tender. Dream-soaked. Distant garden rose lingers like something remembered. In the heart, faded floral tapestries release the perfume of old petals clinging to embroidered threads. A bed of moss. Alive and breathing. Vanilla tea steams quietly in the corner. It settles into White musk and forgotten books. Like the closing of a storybook comes midnight.
This is not a perfume for the real world.
It’s for the girl who lives between pages.
The one who follows candlelit corridors in her sleep.
The one who never stopped believing the key would fit the lock.
INGREDIENTS
Alcohol Denat, Fragrance (Parfum), Water (Aqua), Linalool, Coumarin, Citronellol, Geraniol, Limonene, Citral, Hydroxycitronellal, CI 60730 (Ext. Violet 2), CI 17200 (Red 33), CI 42090 (Blue 1), CI 14700 (Red 4)
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Notes & accords
Château Paradis isn’t worn for the world.It’s worn when you need to disappear from it.
There are days when the world becomes too sharp.
Too loud.
Too real.
So she ran. Barefoot. Heart racing. Breath full of anticipation.
Into the forest.
Past the birches. Past the violets.Until she found it. An abandoned château wrapped in ivy, its windows blinking open like eyes. No name. No people. Just velvet walls, sleeping mirrors, and a staircase that spiraled.
She didn’t ask who it once belonged to. She knew it now belonged to her.
And in the heart of that forgotten place, the air smelled ethereal:
Violet petals crumbling on wood. Powdered florals trailing behind like a gown. Vanilla and old books.
It was soft. Strange. Magical.
The scent of surrendering to your own fairytale.
Curated dreamlike fragrance
Soft. Unusual. Magical.
The scent of surrendering to your own fairytale.
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Frozen angelica. A fragrance born from a forgotten fairytale.