{"title":"Discotheque","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eDiscothèque is a luxury fragrance brand founded between Los Angeles and London, with everything designed, formulated and crafted between the two.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003eWe believe a discothèque is more than just a nightclub. It’s a place where misfits and elites, icons and wallflowers can all come together for the love of music. It’s inclusive exclusivity, the dancefloor the great equalizer.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","products":[{"product_id":"discotheque-next-to-me-or-nothing","title":"Discothèque Next To Me Or Nothing","description":"\u003cp\u003e1999, KYOTO\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eOpalescent lips smudged at the edges, messy spring winds, worn spines of records, shrines of star jasmine, ripped powder-blue silk, a sweet crescendo, phantom pheromones in gossamer threads, snow white musk, cloudy sake, soft feelings, a head rush, the ghost of her.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eSoft wood heels tap the floorboards, Coltrane fills the room. Her opalescent lips smudged at the edges, like rippled lines of sand in messy spring winds. He sees her through worn spines of records and shrines of star jasmine, in ripped powder blue silk. She’s gone with the song, like a sweet crescendo, but phantom pheromones hang in the air. The ghost of her stays. He remains wrapped in her net, trapped in gossamer threads, laced with cursed soft feelings, a head rush. A snow white musk descends, like the flurry of pulp in his cold sake. He’s possessed by a wraith who lives in the notes, a silhouette in the light of paper walls, her name spelled in initials carved in sandalwood bars. She’s in the air and the keys and the flower-filled breeze that blows in the window and whispers, “next to me or nothing.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"fp-tier\"\u003e\n\u003ch4 class=\"h2 fp-heading\"\u003eTop\u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"fp-notes\"\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eCold Milk\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"fp-tier\"\u003e\n\u003ch4 class=\"h2 fp-heading\"\u003eHeart\u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"fp-notes\"\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eStar Jasmine\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eNigori\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"fp-tier\"\u003e\n\u003ch4 class=\"h2 fp-heading\"\u003eBase\u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"fp-notes\"\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eISO E Super\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eSandalwood\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eTonka Bean\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eWhite Musk\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003ch4 class=\"image-with-text__heading h2\"\u003eThe Club: Jazz in Rokudenashi (ろくでなし)\u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"image-with-text__description rte\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan class=\"metafield-multi_line_text_field\"\u003eKYOTO\u003cbr\u003e1978 - PRESENT\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRokudenashi translates to \"good for nothing,\" a word that once described the students of 1960s Japan who drifted through university smoking and playing records instead of studying. Naohisa Yokota, a drummer, opened this jazz kissa in 1978 and has been spinning records there since. A short walk from Gion-Shijo station, following a sign up a narrow staircase, is a small room that seats a handful of people, where customers lean into cigarettes and each other. Jazz pressed close in a place where the record is the event and any conversation happens around it. The music is the point, and so is the proximity. Decades on, it remains a hole-in-the-wall by design: the kind of place that collapses the distance between everyone in it.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Discotheque","offers":[{"title":"50 ml","offer_id":67572045414477,"sku":null,"price":155.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true},{"title":"8 ml","offer_id":67572045447245,"sku":null,"price":39.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true},{"title":"2 ml","offer_id":67572045480013,"sku":null,"price":5.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0705\/3266\/1325\/files\/ntmem.jpg?v=1791101760"},{"product_id":"discotheque-lola-at-coat-check","title":"Discothèque Lola At Coat Check","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e1992, NEW YORK\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eVelvet ropes, spirals of sandalwood smoke, love letters and curses, white chocolates in pockets, a moment of softness, razor-edged nails, tiered chandeliers, a glimpse of the moon high in the sky, a whisper on lips that turns into a 4am surprise.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003eThey came for a secret show and met the girl with secrets. There were whispers on lips from behind velvet ropes, but her name was only uttered in love letters or curses. She was Lola.  She would take your coat. She would hang it, and slip inside its pocket a small white chocolate, a surprise for 4am. She ate cream caramels from shiny wrappers, and took her gin with a grapefruit twist. She would touch your arm gently as you told her your darkest, a moment of softness and razor-edged nails. You’d see her through drapes, through tiered chandeliers, through spirals of sandalwood smoke. Her blunt bob, her gapped teeth, her lily tattoo. Her glance, a silver dagger that might slide through the heart as she slipped a sweet treat in your jacket.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"fp-tier\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 class=\"h2 fp-heading\"\u003eTop\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"fp-notes\"\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003ePink Pepper\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eCardamom\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eGrapefruit\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"fp-tier\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 class=\"h2 fp-heading\"\u003eHeart\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"fp-notes\"\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eWhite Chocolate\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eJasmine\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eLily\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eOrris\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"fp-tier\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 class=\"h2 fp-heading\"\u003eBase\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"fp-notes\"\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eSandalwood\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eCedarwood\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eAmber\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eVetiver\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003ch3 class=\"image-with-text__heading h2\"\u003eThe Club: Nell’s\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"image-with-text__description rte\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan class=\"metafield-multi_line_text_field\"\u003eNEW YORK CITY\u003cbr\u003e1986 - 2004\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNell’s was the opposite of the massive super-clubs of its time, with a small size and intimate atmosphere, but its influence on music in New York was immeasurable. Its regulars were some of the industry’s most famed rappers and musicians, with the songs played in sets at Nell’s later appearing as samples on their albums. As DJ Jazzy Nice said, “I think we all influenced each other.” Everybody came: Tribe, Jungle Brothers, Native Tongues, LL Cool J, Chris Rock, Eddie Murphy, Basquiat, Dionne Warwick, Sting, Bob Dylan, Deborah Harry and more. Nell’s set itself apart by blending hip-hop, house, funk and punk, while the commercial clubs often focused on a single genre. DJs such as DJ Clark Kent and Belinda Becker helped break new records, while iconic moments like Notorious B.I.G.’s “Big Poppa” music video shoot cemented the club’s legacy.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Discotheque","offers":[{"title":"100 ml","offer_id":67572047413325,"sku":null,"price":225.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":false},{"title":"50 ml","offer_id":67572047446093,"sku":null,"price":155.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true},{"title":"8 ml","offer_id":67572047478861,"sku":null,"price":39.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true},{"title":"2 ml","offer_id":67572047511629,"sku":null,"price":5.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0705\/3266\/1325\/files\/laccm.jpg?v=1791102871"},{"product_id":"discotheque-body-heat","title":"Discothèque Body Heat","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e1974, MONTE CARLO\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eC’est vous, it’s you, pressed between bodies, a taste of Monte Carlo on a hot night in June, sapphire droplets, espresso black chocolate, sweat and suede fringe, amber eye trances, quick stolen glances, skin flush from a crush and marked with a bite.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShe sang \"C'est vous.” It’s you, she whispered. Her amber eyes lingered, her palm on his arm. They were pressed between bodies, dripping in sweat and suede fringe. Sapphire droplets, and quick stolen glances, her lips that tasted of espresso black chocolate. Their wrists intertwined as they started to move. A tryst that began in a cedarwood booth on the French Riviera on a hot night in June. His hands grabbed her waist, his breath warm on her neck like soft burning sage. From first song to last, they danced through the night, their skin flush from a crush and marked with a bite.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"fp-tier\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 class=\"h2 fp-heading\"\u003eTop\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"fp-notes\"\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eCardamom\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eCoffee\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"fp-tier\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 class=\"h2 fp-heading\"\u003eHeart\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"fp-notes\"\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eOrris\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eSuede\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eDark Chocolate\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"fp-tier\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 class=\"h2 fp-heading\"\u003eBase\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"fp-notes\"\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eAmber\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eOud\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eCedarwood\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003ch3 class=\"image-with-text__heading h2\"\u003eThe Club: Jimmy'z\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"image-with-text__description rte\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan class=\"metafield-multi_line_text_field\"\u003eMONTE CARLO\u003cbr\u003e1971 - PRESENT\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJimmy'z opened in 1971 as the Riviera's answer to exclusivity, and never looked back. Founded beneath Monaco's Sporting Club with a lagoon, Japanese garden, and entrance by club card only, it made glamour a prerequisite, not an aspiration. The music moved from disco to house to electro, hosting DJs like Fatboy Slim, Martin Solveig, and Bob Sinclar. Celebrities, F1 drivers, and fashion insiders were all drawn to a space where a night most people could only dream of would unfold under the open sky. More than five decades later, it remains open seasonally, still synonymous with Monaco's version of the good life.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Discotheque","offers":[{"title":"50 ml","offer_id":67572112326733,"sku":null,"price":155.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true},{"title":"8 ml","offer_id":67572112359501,"sku":null,"price":39.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true},{"title":"2 ml","offer_id":67572112392269,"sku":null,"price":5.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0705\/3266\/1325\/files\/Boheatm.jpg?v=1791103760"},{"product_id":"discotheque-eye-contact","title":"Discothèque [Eye Contact]","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e1985, LONDON\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eLeather and gin and glistening skin, crimson nights and black box peepholes, a bath of glowing amber, a key on a chain, a figment of the subconscious in a saffron haze, silhouette reflections in infinite mirrors, eyes that can’t look away.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHe waited in line against a small square sign that said Caution: Nudity Inside. Through arched doors and scarlet lit walls, he saw her, bathing in an amber glow. He followed, weaving through starlets and tassels, leather and gin, red bottoms on tables and glistening skin. Inside secret rooms and black box peepholes, a masked fox danced in saffron haze. She fingered the key on a chain around her neck, he was locked in eye contact. She let a strap fall from her shoulder, the animalic sign to come. Like a bull to red silk, he was drawn. In a figment of the subconscious, reflected in infinite mirrors, a fox slayed her beast in the starless crimson light.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"fp-tier\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 class=\"h2 fp-heading\"\u003eTop\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"fp-notes\"\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003ePink Pepper\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eSaffron\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"fp-tier\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 class=\"h2 fp-heading\"\u003eHeart\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"fp-notes\"\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eLeather\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eCashmere\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eBlack Pepper\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"fp-tier\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 class=\"h2 fp-heading\"\u003eBase\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"fp-notes\"\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eOud\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eBlack Amber\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eMusk\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003ch3 class=\"image-with-text__heading h2\"\u003eThe Clubs: Taboo Club \u0026amp; The Box\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"image-with-text__description rte\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan class=\"metafield-multi_line_text_field\"\u003eTABOO CLUB\u003cbr\u003eLONDON\u003cbr\u003e1985 – 1987\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTaboo Club only lasted two years, but its impact on London nightlife was immediate and lasting. Founded by Leigh Bowery, it rejected traditional dress codes in favor of radical self-expression, where turning up “normal” simply wasn’t the point. Clubgoers became the spectacle, pushing costume, makeup, and identity to extremes. The music mixed disco, house, new wave, and early electronic sounds, helping establish the idea that nightlife could be a space for experimentation, not just escape.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE BOX\u003cbr\u003eLONDON\u003cbr\u003e2007 – Present\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Box opened at a time when London nightlife was becoming increasingly polished and predictable, and deliberately did the opposite. Intimate and provocative, it blurred the line between nightclub, cabaret, and live performance. Founded by Simon Hammerstein, it quickly drew musicians, artists, designers, and fashion insiders. The music leaned toward hip-hop, disco, and underground edits rather than chart-led sets, while the performances, often explicit and confrontational, were central to the experience. From pop stars to people off the street, all drawn by the sense that the night could go anywhere.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Discotheque","offers":[{"title":"50 ml","offer_id":67572137525325,"sku":null,"price":155.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true},{"title":"8 ml","offer_id":67572137558093,"sku":null,"price":39.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true},{"title":"2 ml","offer_id":67572137590861,"sku":null,"price":5.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0705\/3266\/1325\/files\/eycontm.jpg?v=1791105431"},{"product_id":"discotheque-heathens-cowboys-and-the-santa-ana-winds","title":"Discothèque Heathens, Cowboys And The Santa Ana Winds","description":"\u003cp\u003e1986, LA\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003ePalm trees, a wild sweet breeze, fortunes told, green tea leaves, naked hips, Freudian slips, loose lips, sandalwood embers in warm amber sunsets, a city of angels with no angels, a haven for heathens, cowboys and nymphos.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eSequins and suede were bathed in pink light, naked hips and nude shoulders, belly dancers in gauze. Gold-ringed toes teased legs under tables, and keys were tossed from camel-coloured coupes. No cameras, no press once you entered these doors, just amorous gestures and Freudian slips from loose lips that sipped warm amber whiskey. Diamond bracelets were slid off delicate wrists and left in the cardamom soufflé. Sandalwood burned and fortunes were read from floating green tea leaves in the Santa Ana winds. Palm trees swayed in wild sweet breezes in this haven for heathens, and cowboys and nymphos. In a City of Angels, it was the place with no angels, but always sunny and seventy degrees.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"fp-tier\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 class=\"h2 fp-heading\"\u003eTop\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"fp-notes\"\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003ePalmarosa\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eAmyris\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eSweet Grass\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eTea Leaf\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"fp-tier\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 class=\"h2 fp-heading\"\u003eHeart\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"fp-notes\"\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eSandalwood\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eCedarwood\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eCardamom\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"fp-tier\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 class=\"h2 fp-heading\"\u003eBase\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"fp-notes\"\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eGolden Amber\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eWhite Musk\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eSuede\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003ch3 class=\"image-with-text__heading h2\"\u003eThe Club: Helena’s\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"image-with-text__description rte\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan class=\"metafield-multi_line_text_field\"\u003eLOS ANGELES\u003cbr\u003e1985 - 1991\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHelena’s, a private members-only nightclub, opened in 1985 on the corner of LA’s Rampart Boulevard and West Temple Street. Founded by actress and belly dancer Helena Kallianiotes, it enforced one of the strictest no-photo policies in the city, becoming a place where LA glamour could meet unrestrained debauchery. Marlon Brando, Madonna, Jack Nicholson, Meryl Streep, and Prince were among the regulars who found refuge there. By 1991, its doors had closed, but the stories of its undocumented nights live on.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Discotheque","offers":[{"title":"50 ml","offer_id":67572148174925,"sku":null,"price":155.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true},{"title":"8 ml","offer_id":67572148207693,"sku":null,"price":39.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true},{"title":"2 ml","offer_id":67572148240461,"sku":null,"price":5.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0705\/3266\/1325\/files\/heathm.jpg?v=1791106509"},{"product_id":"discotheque-baise-moi-on-the-dancefloor","title":"Discothèque Baise Moi On The Dancefloor","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e1979, PARIS\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eSilky waters, crystal goblets and champagne bottles, iris sprigs, wild vines of jasmine, intertwined limbs and steamy handprints, a timeless ruse, a poet and a muse, \u003ci\u003ean ocean of violets in bloom,\u003c\/i\u003e “love is a reciprocal torture,” breathed through a cloud of powder.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003eShe found herself in an abandoned Parisian bathhouse with strangers, and him. Like a classical Renoir, the landscape dotted with iris sprigs and wild vines of jasmine, silky waters, twisted limbs, dripping lips, and crystal champagne goblets. Some were French, some were expats. Some were clothed, some were not. He was a poet, and she played the muse. She leaned against clean white tile, and let the steam gently curl around her. Like a cloud of powder framing her timeless red lips. Empty bottles of champagne floated like buoys between them, rocking to the sound of Prince’s guitar and an ocean of violets in bloom. He quoted Proust and she let him. He said, “love is a reciprocal torture.” She flicked the water with long, painted fingers and said, “then let the games begin.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"fp-tier\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 class=\"h2 fp-heading\"\u003eTop\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"fp-notes\"\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eViolet Leaf\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eCassis\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"fp-tier\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 class=\"h2 fp-heading\"\u003eHeart\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"fp-notes\"\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eOrris\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eJasmine\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"fp-tier\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 class=\"h2 fp-heading\"\u003eBase\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"fp-notes\"\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eCashmere\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eSandalwood\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003ch3 class=\"image-with-text__heading h2\"\u003eThe Club: Les Bains Douches\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"image-with-text__description rte\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan class=\"metafield-multi_line_text_field\"\u003ePARIS\u003cbr\u003e1978 - 2010\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn 1978, Les Bains Douches breathed new life into a Parisian 19th-century bathhouse, becoming a crucible for the avant-garde, where Andy Warhol once sketched his night visions. Les Bains Douches made stars of its designer Philippe Starck, and resident DJ David Guetta, who were unknown at the time. Joy Division recorded a live album in the basement, where Prince performed impromptu and Depeche Mode played years before selling out stadiums. Though its life as a nightclub ended in 2010, the new Les Bains (the “Douches” was dropped) opened as a hotel in 2015 with a smaller club in the basement.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Discotheque","offers":[{"title":"50 ml","offer_id":67572150665293,"sku":null,"price":155.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true},{"title":"8 ml","offer_id":67572150698061,"sku":null,"price":39.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true},{"title":"2 ml","offer_id":67572150730829,"sku":null,"price":5.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0705\/3266\/1325\/files\/baisemoim.jpg?v=1791107762"},{"product_id":"discotheque-dark-imagination","title":"Discothèque Dark Imagination","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e2003, MARRAKESH\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eA seduction like quicksand, a desert filled with roses, a blooming kaleidoscope, air thick with heat, one pulsing beat, soft leather and sweat, sweet patchouli haze, skin like fire, a taste of black plum, a labyrinth of mind games, maybe love, maybe madness.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003eThe air was thick with heat that lingered long after the sun went down. The club felt like soft leather and sweat in a haze of sweet patchouli. A kaleidoscope of dancers swirled from ribbons that dangled from the mezzanine. In a desert filled with blooming roses, there was one pulsing beat. A seduction, like quicksand. A labyrinth of mind games. A masked figure who beckoned with easy smoke rings, and lashes. Whose lips tasted of black plum, whose skin felt like fire.  It was maybe love, maybe madness. Maybe a hazy figment of a dark imagination. They were against a black wall, or red. A waking dream, or maybe dreaming in hopes that they’re awake.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"fp-tier\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 class=\"h2 fp-heading\"\u003eTop\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"fp-notes\"\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eDamask Rose\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eBlack Plum\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eSaffron\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"fp-tier\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 class=\"h2 fp-heading\"\u003eHeart\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"fp-notes\"\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eMoroccan Rose\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eBirch Tar\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eLeather\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"fp-tier\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 class=\"h2 fp-heading\"\u003eBase\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"fp-notes\"\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003ePatchouli\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eDry Amber\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eCedarwood\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eSmoke\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003ch3 class=\"image-with-text__heading h2\"\u003eThe Club: Theatro\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"image-with-text__description rte\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan class=\"metafield-multi_line_text_field\"\u003eMARRAKESH\u003cbr\u003e2003 - PRESENT\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBefore becoming a nightlife institution, Theatro was Africa’s first music hall, inaugurated over 60 years ago. Since 2003, Theatro has transformed the premises into a kaleidoscope of Moroccan celebration and modern spectacle. The club has kept its unique architecture and immoderate taste for show. Acrobats defy gravity while the past merges with the present in a multi-sensory tapestry for guests who have included Yves Saint Laurent, Mick Jagger, Grace Jones, Cher and David Bowie. Marrakesh’s vibrant spirit pulses through every beat and moment shared on Theatro’s grand stage in each unforgettable performance.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Discotheque","offers":[{"title":"100 ml","offer_id":67572161839181,"sku":null,"price":225.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":false},{"title":"50 ml","offer_id":67572161871949,"sku":null,"price":155.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true},{"title":"8 ml","offer_id":67572161904717,"sku":null,"price":39.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true},{"title":"2 ml","offer_id":67572161937485,"sku":null,"price":5.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0705\/3266\/1325\/files\/darkimagm.jpg?v=1791111063"},{"product_id":"discotheque-call-for-a-good-time","title":"Discothèque Call For A Good Time","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e2000, TOKYO\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eFlying sparks of bright white stars, amber lasers, a glitter-eyed crush, violet orbs, plumes of jasmine, pink blush, the twirling petals of ylang-ylang, yuzu cake on the dance floor, all the shining colours spinning from a gigantic mirror ball in the sky.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003eShe had long hair that framed her face like the soft twirling petals of ylang-ylang. She wore a ribbon around her neck and a bow the colour of midnight. Her white bodice caught the violet orbs, the amber lasers, the bright sparks of pink stars that spun across her from a gigantic mirror ball in the sky. She was Sailor Neptune and it was her birthday. She ate cake on the dance floor. A layered yuzu cake with light yellow frosting. She wrote a note on a napkin and slipped it to him. She pressed against him in a plume of jasmine. He lost her, then he found her again. In the distance through a crowd, he saw her on the streets of Shibuya, through towering alleys, Tetris-shaped buildings, stacked screens and blinking lights, a place with all the colours of the world, but the only one he could see was the ray of bright glittering white that shone on Sailor Neptune.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"fp-tier\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 class=\"h2 fp-heading\"\u003eTop\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"fp-notes\"\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eViolet\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eYlang-Ylang\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eAngelica\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eYuzu\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"fp-tier\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 class=\"h2 fp-heading\"\u003eHeart\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"fp-notes\"\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eNight Blooming Jasmine\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eEgyptian Jasmine\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"fp-tier\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 class=\"h2 fp-heading\"\u003eBase\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"fp-notes\"\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eAmber\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eShimmering Musk\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003ePink Pepper\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003ch3 class=\"image-with-text__heading h2\"\u003eThe Club: Womb\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"image-with-text__description rte\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan class=\"metafield-multi_line_text_field\"\u003eTOKYO\u003cbr\u003e2000 - PRESENT\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTucked away on a side street in Shibuya is Japan’s most famous club, known for bringing the best names in house, techno and drum and bass to Tokyo. Visitors are met with four floors and the biggest mirrorball in all of Asia. Designed by a Cirque du Soleil veteran, it’s a universe of light and sound in its very own league, even within Shibuya’s infinite blinking screens. A space where reality blurs into dreams with a dancefloor that matches the energy of a city that never sleeps, the giant disco ball spins stories of nights where music is both a beginning and an end.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Discotheque","offers":[{"title":"100 ml","offer_id":67572171604045,"sku":null,"price":225.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":false},{"title":"50 ml","offer_id":67572171636813,"sku":null,"price":155.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true},{"title":"8 ml","offer_id":67572171669581,"sku":null,"price":39.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true},{"title":"2 ml","offer_id":67572171702349,"sku":null,"price":5.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0705\/3266\/1325\/files\/callform.jpg?v=1791111827"},{"product_id":"discotheque-all-night-until-first-light","title":"Discothèque All Night Until First Light","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e1989, IBIZA\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eOne euphoric moment, a blazing streak of grapefruit pink, a brazen saffron sky, sun-drenched cheeks, a salty breeze, an electric aurora borealis, a dream you won’t remember, an eternal sunrise in Ibiza, the bliss of amnesia.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003eShe said she was a dream you won’t remember. She was the bliss of amnesia. A sunrise in Ibiza. A saffron sky that burned through citrus trees, and turned sun-drenched alabaster to a light grapefruit pink. Her lips were salted with balmy breeze and rum, her eyes bright diamond prisms. The lights on the dance floor swirled around her like an electric aurora borealis. She was eternally dawn. A blazing streak of pink that filled a dark horizon and warmed your world for one euphoric moment, before you blinked and she was gone.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"fp-tier\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 class=\"h2 fp-heading\"\u003eTop\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"fp-notes\"\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eGrapefruit\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eRum\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eBlack Pepper\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"fp-tier\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 class=\"h2 fp-heading\"\u003eHeart\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"fp-notes\"\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eSaffron\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eMagnolia\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"fp-tier\"\u003e\n\u003ch3 class=\"h2 fp-heading\"\u003eBase\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"fp-notes\"\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eCashmere\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eVetiver\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eAmber\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003ch3 class=\"image-with-text__heading h2\"\u003eThe Club: Amnesia\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"image-with-text__description rte\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan class=\"metafield-multi_line_text_field\"\u003eIBIZA\u003cbr\u003e1976 - PRESENT\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAmnesia was born on Ibiza in 1976, a club that materialised the ideals of a philosopher who transformed a Spanish finca into a sanctuary of music and freedom. Antonio Escohotado gave the club the name \"El taller de los olvidadizos\" or \"The Workshop of Forgetfulness”, which was replaced by the Greek word of the same meaning. An oasis where time is measured only by beats per minute, at Amnesia the sunrise feels like a revelation by those who find solace in the dawn after nights drenched in sound. Alfredo Fiorito, known as the “father of the Balearic Beat,” is often regarded as one of the most influential DJs in Amnesia’s history. Alfredo was a resident DJ at Amnesia in the mid-80s and played a pivotal role in shaping the island’s music culture. His sets mixed everything from house, disco, pop, rock, and reggae, creating the unique “Balearic” sound that became synonymous with Ibiza. His innovative style caught the attention of visiting UK DJs like Paul Oakenfold and Danny Rampling, who took the Balearic Beat back to the UK, helping lead to the birth of the acid house movement and the rise of rave culture.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Discotheque","offers":[{"title":"50 ml","offer_id":67572179402829,"sku":null,"price":155.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true},{"title":"8 ml","offer_id":67572179435597,"sku":null,"price":39.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true},{"title":"2 ml","offer_id":67572179468365,"sku":null,"price":155.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0705\/3266\/1325\/files\/allnightm.jpg?v=1791112780"},{"product_id":"discotheque-sweat-tears-paradise","title":"Discothèque Sweat, Tears, Paradise","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e1995, MYKONOS\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eA rave on the beach, zephyrs of an untamed sea, cerulean waters, mysterious beasts, flaming absinthe, onyx rock cliffs, shots of lightning in a stark black sky, salted air and ocean mist, the rhythm of waves crashing to the downbeat, an otherworldly place.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003eThe crowd swayed around cerulean waters, lifting their hands against a stark black sky. They held small lightning bolts of flaming absinthe that glittered in the ocean mist. He moved between long shadows of giant rock cliffs and danced to the zephyrs of an untamed sea. The sound of waves crashed to the downbeat. It felt like a place where gods lived, where Creation emerged, where myths were born. Where Poseidon brewed up sea storms, let loose his serpents, and sculpted his winged horses from the salted air and frothy ocean waves. It was a rave on the beach and an otherworldly place. 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