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Urla 10ml

Name: Urla 10ml
Brand: Portelier Parfum
Price: 1900.0 TRY
Availability: InStock

1,900.00TL

FIG | BASIL | SEA WATER

An unfiltered Aegean morning.

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Sweet meets salt. Warm skin meets cold sea. Ripe fig, a sharp bite of blackcurrant, basil and violet leaf running green and cool, salt in the air, and a warm, skin-close base that stays on you after a swim.

Top Notes: Fig, Cardamom Guatemala, Blackcurrant

Middle Notes: Basil, Sea Water, Violet Leaf

Base Notes: Driftwood, Sandalwood, Ambergris

This is the 10 ml
Filled to order from the same numbered batch as the 100 ml, at the same 22 to 25 percent concentration. Fits a coat pocket. Around 120 sprays; at two a day, two months with Urla before you decide on the 100 ml, one of 250 numbered bottles.

How it wears
Green, salty, warm. Fig and basil up front, the sea in the background, a soft base that stays close by evening. Eight to ten hours on skin. The first hours fill a room; by evening it sits close. Unisex, worn all year.

The other three, in 10 ml: Manche, Nesso, Ribeira. All four together: Travel House.

Alcohol Denat, Parfum, Aqua, Citral, Geraniol, Limonene, Linalool, Amyl Salicylate, Anethole, Eucalyptus Globulus Oil, Geranyl acetate, Hexadecanolactone, Linalyl acetate, Pinene, Rose Ketones, Terpineol, Tetramethyl acetyloctahydronaphthalenes, Vanillin

WHY WE MADE IT?

Every Aegean perfume, every Mediterranean scent points the same way: at the sea. As if salt and blue were the only things worth bottling. As if the coast had nothing behind it.
So we turned our backs to the water and looked the other way.

What we saw was green. Fig trees pushing through dry soil. Basil crushed underfoot. Wild leaves, raw and unbothered. We didn't ask how it would sell. We asked how to get it into a bottle.

Urla is that green. Unfiltered, a little defiant, salt kept to the background. Some will call it too raw. Maybe it isn't for everyone.

It was never meant to be.