EAU DU DIABLE | Eau de Cologne - orange blossom, jasmine, musk

Goes in a little more on the citrusy and alcoholic side, settles into a beautiful, deep, resinous scent. I’m obsessed. I feel sexy & beautiful wearing this. For the femme fatales… go on and buy it, it’s worth it!!

I am a HUGE fan of Lvnea’s dark, smoky, resinous perfumes and this scent really, really does everything for me. I love that its throw is a little lighter as an eau de cologne but it still has enough sillage that I receive compliments when I wear it. The mix of the orange and more floral/sweet notes with leather is seriously decadent and unlike anything I’ve ever smelled before. Truly from the first spritz I was hooked on this absolutely narcotic creation!

To be honest, I do find it slightly too smoky. On my skin this starts smoky and dries down to floral and almost sweet. Very devilish indeed. Every time I wear this out, people stop to tell me I smell good. I mean total strangers will turn their heads to tell me this. So I think I will be buying a second bottle when mine runs out.

I feel shy trying to talk about Eau Du Diable.

It is my favorite perfume, across my entire collection, across all houses and categories, and is almost too special for me to try to diminish by anchoring it into words. But I want you to try it, so I am going to do so anyway.

It’s a shapeshifting kind of scent that I would imagine smells a little different on everyone. But I also suspect it’s a fragrance who’s personality might not be a home to all. Eau du Diable is a dirty, filthy, feral floral. Not clean white flowers and soft heady powdery. Not a bouquet or an arrangement. It’s in the dirt. There’s something like a skin-musk-sweat note, slightly indolic, indulgent and dangerous and sensual.

It’s deeply sexy. Sweet without being gourmand. On my skin it wears like raucous night-drenched, animalistic citrus blossom.

It’s a bacchanal. Or maybe some hexennacht/walpurgisnacht ritual, but not what one might imagine as the scene of it all, or the zoomed out atmosphere of forest and fire and smoke. But rather something more intimate and close to the flesh. The wild sexuality of bodies in ecstatic supplication. Sweet spit on skin and an otherworldly rhythm moving your limbs. Secret incense of woods and resins burning in the distance, and flowers exhaling into the warm night. It’s liberatory. Without boundaries. And it's absolute perfect.

Diablo exudes that red feeling. The seductive red devil maybe.
Spicy almost peppery, sweet from the floral scents mentioned.
It carries itself as a very thick scent, animalistic even. I wish I was more worthy of wearing this scent!