Difusor Pot Pourri

250 ml - 8.4 fl.oz.

Precio habitual €80
Precio de oferta €80
Respira la energía de un ambiente único también dentro de tu hogar. Pot Pourri es la reconocida mezcla de hierbas, flores y hojas de Santa Maria Novella, todas seleccionadas de la auténtica flora toscana. Un bálsamo aromático y energizante para el cuerpo, la mente y el hogar. Contiene 8 varillas de madera. Read more

Familia Olfativa:

Notas Aromáticas

Salida: Bergamota, Naranja Amarga, Laurel

Corazón: Lavanda, Tomillo, Clavo de Olor, Romero

Fondo: Pachulí, Cedro, Bálsamo del Perú

Difusor Pot Pourri

Difusor Pot Pourri

Precio habitual €80
Precio de oferta €80

Modo de Empleo

El Difusor Pot Pourri es un mélange de colores, olores y experiencias sensoriales. Las notas cítricas de salida se combinan con la frescura del laurel. En el corazón, una mezcla aromática de lavanda, tomillo, romero y clavos de olor ofrece una sensación de auténtico bienestar. En el fondo, madera de cedro, pachuli y bálsamo del Perú añaden un matiz único y contundente.

Recomendaciones

Al primer uso, retirar la tapa. Insertar todas las varillas proporcionadas dentro de la botella. Dejarlas sumergidas en la fragancia durante al menos tres horas, luego voltearlas para comenzar la difusión del aroma. Repetir esta operación diariamente o semanalmente para una mayor o menor intensidad de la fragancia. Colocar el difusor lejos de fuentes de calor.

Customer Reviews

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Agnes Abela

Amazing fragrance and the package arrived beautifully wrapped and ready to be gifted. Great service and efficient delivery

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janice powell
Elevator Magic

I absolutely adore the PotPourri scent, which takes me back through my sensory catalog of emotions, images, and fragrances of a life in reflection.....it's the memory of my Dad and the smell of leather and hide from the shoe repair shop where he often hung out to smoke cigarettes, drink beer and play cards with his friends when I was a little girl accompanying him on his Saturday afternoon "errands"; it's the memory of traveling by train in a darkened private lounge car through the Black Forest of Germany, my face pressed against the glass imagining medieval castles, babbling rivers flowing past soft and fragrant mossy rocks, and the heartache of a love-lorn princess waiting for her prince to return from battle; it's the smell of entering a Clockwork Orange themed party in an old California warehouse, illuminated by candlelight, soft laughter and background music as waiters silently pass hors oeuvres and drinks before the party really begins; and lastly - it's the fragrance that lingers long after the handsome, meticulously showered, shaved and groomed man with jet black hair wearing white pants, a white linen shirt, brown leather shoes and a gold Rolex steps off the elevator at the Four Seasons Hotel in Paris - leaving nothing behind but his fragrance and the shattered dreams of a single 30-something traveling the world solo.