The twist of a tube, the soft click of a clasp, the hush of velvet behind you — Red Lipstick is the scent of a scene coming to life. Inspired by the iconic Lipstick Rose by Frédéric Malle, it’s a cinematic fragrance that smells like color, feels like texture, and moves like a memory.

It opens like a burst of confetti: raspberry drips ruby juice across your fingers, while lychee glistens like crystal candy. A quick flash of grapefruit, lemon, and bergamot fizzes like a citrusy cocktail, and green notes with galbanum cut through with a cool, chic edge — like the snap of a silk scarf in the breeze.

In the heart, the powder room blooms: soft iris dust rising from a compact, crushed violet petals scattered across a marble counter, lush rose unfolding like a satin dress. Heliotrope adds an almondy sweetness, and delicate lily-of-the-valley glows like pearls at a collarbone. A hint of clove hides underneath — a pinch of intrigue, a trace of heat.

The base is where the night lingers: melted vanilla dripping onto warm skin, amber glowing like candlelight, white musk breathing warmth under a stolen jacket. Threads of cedar, patchouli, moss, leather, and vetiver rise like shadows — the smell of theatre curtains, polished wood floors, soft suede gloves, and lipstick traces left behind.

Every note in Red Lipstick is a color, a fabric, a mood: sparkling fruit like jewels, powdered florals like blush, creamy vanilla like satin lining, woody-mossy undertones like a backstage whisper. It’s playful and glamorous, tender and dangerous — a fragrance you don’t just wear, you inhabit.

Red Lipstick: juicy, powdery, and velvet-warm — the scent of leaving your mark on the night.