Enter through the stone arches. Hear the echoes of your footsteps as you trace the marble stairs upwards, upwards, upwards. Push open the ajar door and find her there. She, draped in a white silk robe open at the breast, lies still upon the red-sateen dormeuse—a blush clam-shell in her palm. Jasmine flowers strung from the gilded chandelier spread their falling petals like tears, gently coaxed by the salt-licked breeze. Polished marble gleams, inlaid with gold and mother of pearl—the silk drapes, folded and thronged in amber, shield the Mediterranean sun from breaching the secret confines of the boudoir.
Viva Maria is a lactonic, salt-touched, and jasmine-soaked scent that brings the classical imagery of the Italianate Renaissance into the olfactory realm. An invocation of the Madonna-Whore complex—this intoxicating scent is both pure and carnal, an oil painting of desire, framed by the kisses of white flowers along the Italian shore.