France, the red-light district, a Thursday evening. Looking in the mirror, Juliette adds the finishing touch to her image, the image of a fatal woman 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 lips, skin, a man's collar, or a glass. The legendary fragrance - soft, sensual, with a delicate shade of iris and violet. But the lipstick has not only color and scent but also taste. It's the taste of a kiss, gourmet, seductive. Absolute vanilla, raspberry, peach... This is the world of a fatal woman, 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 fatal woman 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 lips, skin, a man's collar, or a glass. The legendary fragrance - soft, sensual, with a delicate shade of iris and violet. But the lipstick has not only color and scent but also taste. It's the taste of a kiss, gourmet, seductive. Absolute vanilla, raspberry, peach... This is the world of a fatal woman, seductive, confident, bold. Divine.