A beautifully balanced and captivating fragrance inspired by the Sapphire stone with its remarkable hardness and strength – yet refined, details and light elegance. The power, beauty and durability of the Sapphire translated into fragrance.
Flowers spiked with grit, laying next to a disheveled bed and a pair of black Doc Martens… This is the Dirty Flower Factory machine, made up of jasmine, rose, orange blossom, spiced with pepper and grounded with musk and ambergris. A scent for those that don’t want to smell pretty all the time.
Floralust is the first floral fragrance created by Agonist. Floralust is an olfactory journey through the scents of nature, dominated by the queen of all flowers: the rose. Ethereal as the summer breeze, with a bit of bite at the end that pulls you into an elegant floral vortex. They dream of surprising, flowering again like nature in the springtime, overt femininity is reconciled with the freedom of expression. FLORALUST celebrates a renewed spontaneity, light but not frivolous, and of course striking. An invisible flower bouquet to be gifted with grace.
The name of the fragrance is an acronym for “S-Perfume Extreme.” The idea behind the first S-Perfume fragrance in 1997 was to create a fragrance using the smell of seminal fluid. The idea behind S-ex was to build the fragrance around form rather than substance. In the V magazine, Author Chandler Burr once wrote “a masterful, complex juxtaposition of elements that gives the scent of the genitalia of a freshly shampooed beast.”
It’s the smell of a walk through Old Havana in the evening, from the Hotel Sevilla to the Caseon del Tango for a dance lesson with Ketty and Felix. Wafts of coffee and tobacco, sweet, sugary desserts cooked with baskets of oranges and mangoes. The scent of peaches beginning to turn overripe, and citrus peel going squishy in the gutter. From a dark doorway a handsome man in white whispers, “Do you want a Cuban boyfriend?” and I speed up a little, squeaking “No! Thankyou very much for asking all the same!” And then the old Cubanos at the tango club greet us with smiles, songs, rum and kisses.