France, the red-light district, a Thursday evening. Looking in the mirror, Juliette adds the finishing touch to her image, the image of a femme fatale capable of conquering the world. Today, her weapon is red lipstick on her lips. The source of inspiration is the trace of red lipstick. On the lips, skin, a man's collar, or a glass. The legendary fragrance is soft, sensual, with a refined hint of iris and violet. But lipstick has not only color and scent but also taste. It's the taste of a kiss, gourmet, seductive. Vanilla absolute, raspberry, peach... This is the world of the femme fatale, seductive, confident, bold. Divine.
France, the red-light district, a Thursday evening. Looking in the mirror, Juliette adds the finishing touch to her image, the image of a femme fatale capable of conquering the world. Today, her weapon is red lipstick on her lips. The source of inspiration is the trace of red lipstick. On the lips, skin, a man's collar, or a glass. The legendary fragrance is soft, sensual, with a refined hint of iris and violet. But lipstick has not only color and scent but also taste. It's the taste of a kiss, gourmet, seductive. Vanilla absolute, raspberry, peach... This is the world of the femme fatale, seductive, confident, bold. Divine.