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Room 1015 - Sonic Flower
The lipstick’s on. PINK PEPPER is the colour of the day. That clean yet dirty ORRIS smell of powder. Here to stay. She crashes JASMINE PETALS in her gin. The stage is waiting, let the game begin. A tender CASHMERE shawl embraces shoulders like a cage. It tames the Lioness, all ready to enrage. Her SKIN is sweet. Their eyes are hungry. Lights off. She breaks the silence with the chord. The Sonic Flower. Let them stare in awe.
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Fragrance family
Woody Spicy
Rich, textured and warm - these scents evoke assertive sensuality and confidence. Scents in this family are focused around the beautiful harmony between creamy, sensual woods and bold spices, blended with hints of sweetness and amber resin.
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- Light22%
- Warm20%
- Powdery20%
- Fresh14%
- Strong12%
- Sweet9%
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Stop, rewind. A shiny black stretch limo with tinted windows and gleaming hubcaps pulls up to 8104 Sunset Boulevard. Sepia Polaroid, freeze frame. Time to wind back an old cassette with a pencil to a time when the Continental Hyatt Hotel, aka the “Riot House,” was the place to be.
The 70s was a decade of total delirium for any self-respecting rock group. And L.A. was an inevitable stop on the journey. Between concerts, there were three commandments in the Bible of Rock that all managers had to obey: a crowd of totally hysteric fans in the hotel lobby or, more often, in the darkness of an unmade bed, the tour rider to be followed religiously (24 pages about how to present the yogurt for Metallica) and the art of trashing a hotel room. A place of debauchery and nihilism.
Rumor has it that Holiday Inn rooms had an annoying reputation for being as boring as they were destructive to the soul. When you put wild animals in a cage and keep them in a confined space, it’s no surprise if they end up out of control. After all, they’re born to be wild. So, furniture goes flying, fire extinguishers start spraying, beds break and walls crack. When the California heat wilts the palm trees and burns rubber tires, rock ‘n’ roll turns the volume up to 11. There’s an uncontrollable urge to break everything, to turn everything upside-down.
The Riot House trembled on more than one occasion, but never fell down. In 1972, a TV flew out of Room 1015 and landed 10 floors below in a corner of the parking lot. Keith Richards and Bobby Keys – the Stones’ sax player at the time – didn’t think it worked very well. Q.E.D.
Not to mention the motorcycles in the hallways, the rooftop pool overflowing with bubbles, Jim Morrison dangling from a balcony, the epic battles of Keith Moon from The Who… Or, even more iconic, the Christ-like Robert Plant who took himself for a Golden God above the Sunset Trip with his angel’s hair, Nepalese bracelets and skimpy T-shirt, convinced that he had finally found the Stairway to Heaven.
The electric opiate years. No reason, no faith, no laws and definitely no taboos. Sexual liberation and universal love. But, above all, the metronome of an unprecedented creative explosion. Don’t forget that Lemmy Kilmister wrote the song “Motorhead” on a night off at the Riot House.
Today, Room 1015 remains a place of contemplation. The nostalgia of an era of absolute freedom, where the air still holds the lingering smells of sweat, leather, fur, alcohol, a burned patchouli leaf and an open flight case…
The Eagles sang “Hotel California,” with its supposed satanic undercurrents. There were certainly untamed demons in every hotel room from San Francisco to Las Vegas, from Hollywood to Venice Beach. But Room 1015 clearly outnumbered them all.
Learn moreThe 70s was a decade of total delirium for any self-respecting rock group. And L.A. was an inevitable stop on the journey. Between concerts, there were three commandments in the Bible of Rock that all managers had to obey: a crowd of totally hysteric fans in the hotel lobby or, more often, in the darkness of an unmade bed, the tour rider to be followed religiously (24 pages about how to present the yogurt for Metallica) and the art of trashing a hotel room. A place of debauchery and nihilism.
Rumor has it that Holiday Inn rooms had an annoying reputation for being as boring as they were destructive to the soul. When you put wild animals in a cage and keep them in a confined space, it’s no surprise if they end up out of control. After all, they’re born to be wild. So, furniture goes flying, fire extinguishers start spraying, beds break and walls crack. When the California heat wilts the palm trees and burns rubber tires, rock ‘n’ roll turns the volume up to 11. There’s an uncontrollable urge to break everything, to turn everything upside-down.
The Riot House trembled on more than one occasion, but never fell down. In 1972, a TV flew out of Room 1015 and landed 10 floors below in a corner of the parking lot. Keith Richards and Bobby Keys – the Stones’ sax player at the time – didn’t think it worked very well. Q.E.D.
Not to mention the motorcycles in the hallways, the rooftop pool overflowing with bubbles, Jim Morrison dangling from a balcony, the epic battles of Keith Moon from The Who… Or, even more iconic, the Christ-like Robert Plant who took himself for a Golden God above the Sunset Trip with his angel’s hair, Nepalese bracelets and skimpy T-shirt, convinced that he had finally found the Stairway to Heaven.
The electric opiate years. No reason, no faith, no laws and definitely no taboos. Sexual liberation and universal love. But, above all, the metronome of an unprecedented creative explosion. Don’t forget that Lemmy Kilmister wrote the song “Motorhead” on a night off at the Riot House.
Today, Room 1015 remains a place of contemplation. The nostalgia of an era of absolute freedom, where the air still holds the lingering smells of sweat, leather, fur, alcohol, a burned patchouli leaf and an open flight case…
The Eagles sang “Hotel California,” with its supposed satanic undercurrents. There were certainly untamed demons in every hotel room from San Francisco to Las Vegas, from Hollywood to Venice Beach. But Room 1015 clearly outnumbered them all.
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- DDDaisy D.10/30/2024Reviews 15Products received 0Everyday office scentI wear this to work everyday. It's light and skin like, non offensive, and easygoing. I pair it with If You Musk by Bath and Body Works which smells almost identical. However, I do prefer If You Musk a little more.My ratingsAquaticCleanOfficeSpringLightEasy-going00
- GRGRETCHEN R.10/26/2024Reviews 4Products received 0Perfect softness and muskMy new go-to. A sophisticated Glossier YouMy ratingsSpicyMysteriousEverydayFallWarmEasy-going00
- ODOLIVIA D.10/23/2024Reviews 11Products received 0Hated itSmelled musty or plastic on the finish. Not good00
- CACHASCILEE A.10/23/2024Reviews 14Products received 0Talk About Flower Power!!!With a hint of Spicy Pepper, Jasmine notes and the soft warmth of cashmere woods, this take floral to a place written in the Heavens! I'm loving the powerfully delicateness and warming scent this perfume embodies!My ratingsFloralMysteriousDate NightSummerWarmEasy-going00
- SMSarah M.10/22/2024Reviews 4Products received 0Stunning skin scentLoved all of the notes in this. Comparable to a more sophisticated Glossier You.My ratingsWoodyCleanOfficeSpringPowderyEasy-going00
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featuring: Michael Partouche
Michael went from being a pharmacist by trade to being a
rocker by trade. He says the guitar was his salvation. At a
certain point he leaned into fragrance as a medium for
olfactive counterculture, a bridge between chemistry and art.
rocker by trade. He says the guitar was his salvation. At a
certain point he leaned into fragrance as a medium for
olfactive counterculture, a bridge between chemistry and art.