Amaranthine is a corrupted floral oriental for those private moments when everything is anticipation. It opens with a dramatic flourish of spices and tropical green. This unsettling lick of drama is beautifully ambushed by an unctuous accord of jasmine and ylang-ylang, a heady bloom renowned for its aphrodisiac properties, and clove swathed in spices, tea, musk and the rounded beauty of tonka bean absolute.
As Penhaligon’s evolves as a fragrance house, there is a continual quest for innovation and individuality in each new fragrance release. For 2009, something unusual was required; a fragrance for the contemporary woman, shocking and compulsively sensual. Penhaligon’s turned to master perfumer Bertrand Duchaufour and Amaranthine is the startling result: a complex choreography of perfumed desire.
A corrupted floral oriental for those private moments when everything is anticipation. In a darkened room a woman lies amid a sea of silk sheets. Candle flames cast a flickering web of shadows across the walls; shimmering threads of light in the darkness. She smiles, takes a bottle of perfume and touches the stopper to her collar bones and décolleté, then runs it up the back of her legs. The air trembles with the scent of tropical flowers and spices, anticipation and desire. Something catches the light; the soft beat of wings, fluttering in the night air. Time spins and she becomes sleepy, everything heavy and drowsy with dream.