Chloé Chloé Eau de Parfum

Chloe laughs, lying on her bed, while she listens to the desperate call of her suitor. She plays with the bottle of her perfume which bears her name. Her Jules, him, is dying not to see her again, to speak alone on an icy answering machine which seems to laugh at him, too. Chloé is not cruel, she is simply mischievous. And then she likes it: that they languish on a magnetic tape, exhausting themselves in words of love that she listens to.

This is what the perfume house Chloé wanted to bottle when it created "Chloé", a light eau de parfum made for those moments of narcissistic pleasure. It's this mutinous woman who can't help but oscillate between feeling sorry for this poor bastard, and being amused by her feelings towards him.

A girl who knows deep down that these passions are fleeting, that they leave at most the imprint of a scent floating in the air, like her perfume, but which are no more than memories of intoxicating notes smelled from satin sheets.

With floral notes of rose and powder, Chloé is an eau de parfum that glides delicately over the skin, imprints itself on the hopes of suitors, and dies in the early morning on a recording from a teasing answering machine.