An infusion of impudent beauty and cheeky femininity which flood in the pleasure of the wildest nights of Rio de Janeiro. Abandoning to the carioca groove and to the most libertine passions.

The exotic and transgressive soul of Brazil surrounds the ambience with a sensual elixir of passion fruit and ylang-ylang meld in a magnetic oriental accord of amber, sandalwood and Cachaca.

Into the groove of Rio I don’t want to think, I want to dance my life above the fire of passion.

Reckless, fatal free with no purpose, no regret

Keep drinking because the night is waiting to take us and leave us lying on the sand with nothing else than our breaths.

Don’t let her wait because we don’t want her to wait.

Lust is a no translating language, an impulse to indulge without asking permission to noble feelings.

There is nothing intimate in giving your own body to a stranger.

It is a game of instincts that intertwine and struggle for a playful aim of senses satisfaction in the total absence of sharing and soul exchange.

The eyes burn of provocation, burn the seconds which still separate our bodies from pleasure.

It is said that we are all sinners of impure acts but the truth is there is nothing more pure and human than sin, and every fragile instant we repress the desire we suppress a part of ourselves.

If that instinct screams, let it shout.

That sound will just not be a noise but the awakening that you have ever unconsciously quested.