Lorenzo Villoresi
A unique visual signature based on accords, character, and seasonality
The first spray delivers a rush of cold, green clarity—lily of the valley's metallic sweetness collides with citrus oils that feel almost effervescent against skin. Cyclamen adds its peculiar mineral-floral sharpness whilst peach skin (never the flesh) gives just enough roundness to prevent the opening from cutting too cleanly.
Mimosa's honeyed powder settles across the white florals like fine pollen, whilst magnolia brings a creamy-waxy texture that feels almost edible, like white chocolate infused with citrus oil. The spring flowers accord reads as a collective murmur rather than individual voices, a soft floral haze that remains remarkably clean and pale, never approaching the tropics.
Clean white musk becomes the dominant presence, blurred at the edges by the faintest trace of orange blossom and jasmine that have been stripped of their indolic qualities. The aromatic woods provide structure without announcing themselves, leaving you with skin that smells like expensive linen dried in spring air—barely there, but impossibly refined.
Iperborea takes its name from the mythical land beyond the North Wind, and Villoresi has conjured a spring morning in some northern garden where frost has only just retreated. The opening is a crystalline wash of cyclamen and lily of the valley—not the heavy, indolic white florals of warmer climes, but pale, translucent blooms that smell of green sap and rainwater. There's a peculiar brightness here, where mandarin and orange zest mingle with the aqueous quality of white petals, creating something both citrus-sparked and dewy-wet. The peach note never veers into sticky sweetness; instead, it lends a subtle fuzziness, like touching velvet with cold fingers.
As the fragrance unfolds, mimosa brings its characteristic powdery-waxy texture, whilst magnolia adds a lemony creaminess that prevents the composition from becoming too ethereal. This is spring observed through a northern lens—restrained, elegant, never heady or tropical. The jasmine in the base whispers rather than shouts, threaded through clean musk and the faintest suggestion of woody structure that keeps everything tethered. Orange blossom appears as a ghostly presence, more suggestion than statement.
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