L'eau Laine de Verre Eau de Parfum
A confrontation with its other half. It is clear: There is rivalry, but if this eau is the result of a conflict, it is still no less pure.
A disagreement between femininity and masculinity does not mean a breach; it shatters and a necessary condition for every task becomes an agreement
In this way, it is only after he had been penetrated by the winter that, laying down his arms, the Lord of Glass came to place at the feet of the Lady of Wool flowers and ferns which had frosted on him.
This insulation is from something which is felt like danger. Without being able to explain it, I sense it. It arises like the arrival of a domestic dispute between my femininity and my masculinity. Coming off its hinges, it opens its doors to the stifled cry of a madman, or to the relentless exercise of a physician: an eau which is angry, stormy. It provokes the thunderbolt of creation. It vibrates, it is a fear; like this she overcomes it. In itself, if it is mute, the perfume-product has no interest for me. It is a confession which mutually I expect from him and that he wishes from me.
On this occasion, with Laine de verre, it is the metal which, physically, takes shape within its fragrance. It is not without reason that the image of chrome plated handlebars, attached to the steering rod of a bicycle on which a child leans in order to accelerate and thus brings his nose nearer, has suddenly come over me.
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