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PARFUMS QUARTANA FRAGRANCES IN A PORTABLE 10ML FORMAT — THE MOST INTIMATE WAY TO CARRY THE SCENT THAT HAS CHOSEN YOU.
The Club Quartana Private Travel Cabinet gathers PARFUMS QUARTANA fragrances in 10mL form: full-strength compositions created for movement, memory, and return.
Each travel size holds the same perfume world as the 50mL bottle, scaled for the moments when you want the scent close at hand. Carry Poppy Soma’s narcotic bloom, Ierofante’s sacred smoke, Forest of the Golden Dream’s golden warmth, Wolfsbane’s green bite, Beaut’Air’s luminous breath, Soleil Invisible’s radiant fruit, or the other moonlit, fatal flowers of the garden.
Available as private Club Quartana access while this restock remains open.
Rooted in Aristotle’s entelechy — the inner current that urges each life toward its fullest becoming — Les Potions D’Entéléchie are three Neuro-Scent™ elixirs of beautiful air, golden forest, and invisible sun, composed with rare LMR naturals from Grasse to restore breath, vitality, and radiance from within.
THE ATMOSPHERE OF THE EXTRAORDINARY
What does transcendence smell like? Start with grapefruit and lemon slicing through ethereal ozone — the clean shock of altitude. Then linden blossom and fresh linen, Turkish rose and orris root: a heart that floats between heaven and laundry day. The base brings you back to earth — but richer earth: Indonesian patchouli, saffron, sandalwood, and a soil accord that smells like where sacred things are planted. Wear this when you want to be both grounded and gone.
THE SUN YOU CARRY WITHIN
There is a light that doesn't need the sky. Pink pepper and passionfruit ignite against tangerine and lychee — a citrus flare that burns clean and bright. At the heart, Sichuan pepper crackles through vetiver and cypress, while orris root and rose ground the blaze in something ancient. The base is molten gold: ambertonic, guaiac wood, labdanum, and vanilla absolute pooling into musk. This is not sunshine. This is solar confidence distilled — the warmth you generate, not borrow.
THE SUN YOU CARRY WITHIN
There is a light that doesn't need the sky. Pink pepper and passionfruit ignite against tangerine and lychee — a citrus flare that burns clean and bright. At the heart, Sichuan pepper crackles through vetiver and cypress, while orris root and rose ground the blaze in something ancient. The base is molten gold: ambertonic, guaiac wood, labdanum, and vanilla absolute pooling into musk. This is not sunshine. This is solar confidence distilled — the warmth you generate, not borrow.
WHERE THE LIGHT COMES THROUGH
Not every forest is dark. This one glows. Guatemalan cardamon and pink peper spark against laurel leaf and Italian lemon, leading into a heart of French mimosa, Siberian pine, and fir balsam resin — olibanum smoke weaving through the branches. The base is sanctuary: cypress absolute, sandalwood, patchouli, and moss-covered earth. This is the forest you find in fever dreams and meditation — dappled, luminous, Ancient. Enter quietly.
Nine fragrances distilled from history's most dangerous flowers, each a testament to the luminous confidence of those who have glimpsed the edge and returned, transformed. This is not darkness. This is what glows on the other side.
A MOON-THRESHOLD FRAGRANCE OF NARCOTIC BLOOM, TEMPLE SMOKE, AND RED HEAT.
Poppy Soma extrait de parfum is one of the house's defining historical statements: white florals, spice, incense, and smoke rendered with unusual gravity and glow. It feels hypnotic, radiant, and slightly forbidden — the kind of perfume that never settles for prettiness when it can become a spell.
Created with perfumers Emilie Coppermann and David Apel, then honored with the Fragrance Foundation's Perfume Extraordinaire award after blind judging, Poppy Soma remains one of QUARTANA's clearest proofs that concept and beauty can meet at the highest level.
A FERAL GREEN FRAGRANCE OF ABSINTHE, BLACK GINGER, CASTOREUM MUSK, TRUFFLED EARTH, AND BEAST-KIN INITIATION.
They say it grew from the saliva of the beast that guards the door between worlds. Angelica and black ginger bare their teeth. Fig leaf trembles. Absinthe opens the green corridor, and castoreum stalks through tobacco flower and tuberose — feral, velvet, unapologetic. The base is truffle and vetiver: earth that has swallowed secrets and grown richer for it. The beast recognizes you now. You are no longer prey. You are kin.
A RITUAL ROSE FRAGRANCE OF LICORICE, ANISE, METALLIC DEVOTION, AND AMBERED OFFERING.
There is a rose that blooms only where something sacred has been offered. Licorice sharpens the air; anise parts the veil. Then — iron and velvet, the blood accord pulsing beneath Bulgarian rose like a second heartbeat. Clove drives deep. Orris roots where memory pools. And beneath it all, amber and patchouli: ancient, unhurried, waiting for you to understand. This is not a wound. This is a threshold.
A FERAL GREEN FRAGRANCE OF ABSINTHE, BLACK GINGER, CASTOREUM MUSK, TRUFFLED EARTH, AND BEAST-KIN INITIATION.
They say it grew from the saliva of the beast that guards the door between worlds. Angelica and black ginger bare their teeth. Fig leaf trembles. Absinthe opens the green corridor, and castoreum stalks through tobacco flower and tuberose — feral, velvet, unapologetic. The base is truffle and vetiver: earth that has swallowed secrets and grown richer for it. The beast recognizes you now. You are no longer prey. You are kin.
A BLACK-VINYL FRAGRANCE OF PINK PEPPER, MARTINIQUE RUM, SPICED WHITE FLORALS, AND VELVET SURRENDER.
Philosophers have always known: silence is a kind of answer. Pink pepper cracks open bergamot; rum sweetens the waiting. Then the turn — black vinyl, slick and modern, wrapped in cinnamon, jasmine sambac, and sea salt. Something here is not what it seems. Something here is more beautiful for it. The base forgives everything: benzoin, vanilla, sandalwood closing like a final breath held in velvet. What comes after is not ending. It is rest.
A BLACK-VINYL FRAGRANCE OF PINK PEPPER, MARTINIQUE RUM, SPICED WHITE FLORALS, AND VANILLIC SURRENDER.
Philosophers have always known: silence is a kind of answer. Pink pepper cracks open bergamot; rum sweetens the waiting. Then the turn — black vinyl, slick and modern, wrapped in cinnamon, jasmine sambac, and sea salt. Something here is not what it seems. Something here is more beautiful for it. The base forgives everything: benzoin, vanilla, sandalwood closing like a final breath. What comes after is not ending. It is rest.
A NOCTURNAL WHITE-FLORAL FRAGRANCE OF DEVIL’S TRUMPET, MARTINIQUE RUM, FEVERED BLOOM, AND SOFT AMBER RETURN.
The devil's trumpet opens only after the world has closed its eyes. First, bergamot bright as a struck match — then green leaves unfurling into tuberose, magnolia, jasmine, a white floral séance drunk on Martinique rum. Davana ripens past reason. The datura accord hums at frequencies only the body understands. Vanilla and amber receive what returns. You will not remember leaving. Only the soft amber landing of coming home.
A NOCTURNAL WHITE-FLORAL FRAGRANCE OF DEVIL’S TRUMPET, MARTINIQUE RUM, FEVERED BLOOM, AND SOFT AMBER RETURN.
The fae stitched these gloves for hands that no longer tremble. Silver iris, cold as creek water. Galbanum splitting open green air. Somewhere beneath, violets drenched in waterfall mist and the bitter kiss of gentiane. It smells like the meadow where you almost disappeared — and the inhale that brought you back. Fern and wet moss hold the secret in place. Incense seals it. You are not haunted. You are the one who returned.
A COLD GREEN FRAGRANCE OF SILVER IRIS, DROWNED VIOLETS, WATERFALL MIST, AND MOSS-COVERED RETURN.
The fae stitched these gloves for hands that no longer tremble. Silver iris, cold as creek water. Galbanum splitting open green air. Somewhere beneath, violets drenched in waterfall mist and the bitter kiss of gentiane. It smells like the meadow where you almost disappeared — and the inhale that brought you back. Fern and wet moss hold the secret in place. Incense seals it. You are not haunted. You are the one who returned.
A DEWY WHITE-FLORAL FRAGRANCE OF HOLY TEARS, BLACK LEATHER GLOVES, VETIVER SHADOW, AND RADIANT KNOWING.
They say these bells sprang from holy tears. They do not say what she was weeping for. Bergamot and neroli tremble into cassis dew. Orange blossom, rose absolute, jasmine — a bridal chorus almost too pure to trust. Then the hand: black leather gloves closing around the bouquet, labdanum and vetiver bourbon pulling the white light into shadow. But look closer. The shadow is not dark. It glows. Innocence was never the point. Knowing was.
A CANDLELIT DARK-FLORAL FRAGRANCE OF VIOLET WATER, HONEYED JASMINE, SUEDE, AND VENETIAN SORCERY.
She learned the secret in a palazzo lit by dying candles: beauty is a door, and some doors only open in the dark. Blackcurrant bleeds into violet water. Cognac warms the jasmine until it confesses. Honey and iris pool like candlelight on suede — soft, treacherous, impossibly still. The tuberose knows what the mirror saw. The saffron remembers. Wear this, and your eyes will hold something no one can name.
A CANDLELIT DARK-FLORAL FRAGRANCE OF VIOLET WATER, HONEYED JASMINE, SUEDE, AND VENETIAN SORCERY.
She learned the secret in a palazzo lit by dying candles: beauty is a door, and some doors only open in the dark. Blackcurrant bleeds into violet water. Cognac warms the jasmine until it confesses. Honey and iris pool like candlelight on suede — soft, treacherous, impossibly still. The tuberose knows what the mirror saw. The saffron remembers. Wear this, and your eyes will hold something no one can name.
A FORBIDDEN ORCHARD FRAGRANCE OF TART APPLE, POMEGRANATE, BIRCH ROOT, SUEDED LEATHER, AND REBIRTH.
Apple and pomegranate split against birch root — something tart, alive, almost too awake. Cardamom sparks. Rhubarb sharpens. The mandrake flower accord rises like a hymn sung underground, and sueded leather wraps it in silence. The base is Madagascar vanilla and tonka, soft as the space between screaming and understanding. You did not die. You were only being born.
The house’s sacred-knowledge chapter: threshold fragrances for revelation, self-possession, and the quiet authority of those who hold the keys.
Its active expression, Ierofante, is the one who reveals — a fragrance of fire, smoke, suede, and inner authority.
TAKE A ROCKET TO THE STARS WITHIN
Some stand at thresholds. Others are the threshold. Ierofante is for those who bridge worlds — the keeper of keys, the translator of mysteries, the voice that speaks between silence and understanding.
The opening is ignition: suede slicked with gasoline, nutmeg sparking into styrax smoke. The heart deepens into smoky leather and frankincense — ritual made wearable, authority made intimate. Golden amber and cashmeran settle into vetiver and myrrh, grounding the ethereal in something undeniably present. This is the scent of quiet authority.
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