Hippie Rose
James Heeley's showroom in Paris is located in the Passage du Désir, and no address could be more suiting than “the alley of Desire” to the designer of such covetable fragrances. In Hippie Rose, the now-classic rose and patchouli accord is tinged with reminiscences of the journeys undertaken by the Flower Children and spiritual seekers of every decade: patchouli takes us to India, incense draw us into Himalayan temples, vetiver grounds us in the earth. It is from this earth that the carefree Hippie Rose rises, as soft and warm as the Californian desert wind in its silken amber and musk wrapping, but with a hint of toughness conjured by its woody-incense accord. Men and women both could take it on the road. Onward to the Summer of Love!
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Hippie Rose
Hippie Rose
James Heeley's showroom in Paris is located in the Passage du Désir, and no address could be more suiting than “the alley of Desire” to the designer of such covetable fragrances. In Hippie Rose, the now-classic rose and patchouli accord is tinged with reminiscences of the journeys undertaken by the Flower Children and spiritual seekers of every decade: patchouli takes us to India, incense draw us into Himalayan temples, vetiver grounds us in the earth. It is from this earth that the carefree Hippie Rose rises, as soft and warm as the Californian desert wind in its silken amber and musk wrapping, but with a hint of toughness conjured by its woody-incense accord. Men and women both could take it on the road. Onward to the Summer of Love!
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James Heeley's showroom in Paris is located in the Passage du Désir, and no address could be more suiting than “the alley of Desire” to the designer of such covetable fragrances. In Hippie Rose, the now-classic rose and patchouli accord is tinged with reminiscences of the journeys undertaken by the Flower Children and spiritual seekers of every decade: patchouli takes us to India, incense draw us into Himalayan temples, vetiver grounds us in the earth. It is from this earth that the carefree Hippie Rose rises, as soft and warm as the Californian desert wind in its silken amber and musk wrapping, but with a hint of toughness conjured by its woody-incense accord. Men and women both could take it on the road. Onward to the Summer of Love!
