Under a blazing sun, the sea rumbles and shimmers. The salty wind whips the waves, stirring up the foam. On the surface, a translucent silhouette drifts—the Portuguese Man O' War. Beautiful and dangerous, almost unreal.
Its tentacles stretch through the water like a slow dance, both inviting and threatening.
The fragrance opens with a sharp bite: tangy ginger, metallic powder, a burning sparkle on the skin. Then the sea catches its breath.
A current of salt, algae, immortelle and geranium carries you towards strange depths, both mineral and luminous.
It is a sensory journey between tension and abandonment—the suspended moment when beauty becomes dangerous, and we allow ourselves to be captivated in spite of ourselves.
Portuguese Man O' War evokes the sea in all its power: hypnotic, merciless, sublime.
A fragrance for those who seek beauty in the unexpected, and freedom in vertigo.