Nombril Immense Etat Libre d`Orange for women and men

A sudden itch in my bellybutton and I have to scratch it. Woah, woah woah - I've got to stop neglecting this little recess during my shower time, it seems there's a hefty dose of lint trapped within.

I pull out the itchy culprit and inspect it. What is this? It's not lint, but a balloon. A mottled balloon; primarily green but flecked with specks of brown and purple. Just how did that get in there?! As I bring this oddity to eye level to inspect it my nostrils are teased by the odor of patchouli.

With child-like curiosity I begin to inflate the balloon. There's a tingling sensation in my mouth, and with each breath the sensation grows until finally it has engulfed my tongue and cheeks. I don't know it now, but there's a bouquet of violets stuck in my vanilla chiclet teeth and my uvula is actually a piece of smoldering opoponax resin.

The once dark green mottled balloon grows and grows. I'm not sure if the balloon's rubber has stretched so thin that it has simply disappeared or if it has mysteriously transmogrified into the denser hazy green smoke that encapsulates the swirling currents of opoponax smoke and violet breath within. I continue to blow and it continues to expand until my head is completely engulfed; like an old diving helmet but rendered not with copper or brass but patchouli and opoponax and violets and vanilla instead. A vaporous helmet fit not for an aquanaut but a psychonaut.

The intoxicating aroma of my new headgear assuages any fears of absurdity that had begun to arise. With my newfound confidence I gaze back into the navel that gave birth to the whole of this experience and find neither flesh nor flora, but instead a gaping expanse of velvety white clouds that extend into infinity, each perfectly shaped into the likeness of a patchouli leaf...

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...My toes reflexively curl as if to grab hold of the shag carpet beneath my feet for a bit of extra stability as I come down for a landing. I open my eyes and gaze about, slowly adjusting to the surroundings that my body never actually left, and wonder just how long and just where to my mind has been traveling. Gently clutched in my left hand is a sample of Nombril Immense.

A bitter, heavy and intense patchouli. I prefer patchouli to be lighter, but this is still a lovely scent. Surprisingly low sillage and good longevity.

Very sexy, decadent patchouli. I would like to have a full bottle of this.

This is My favourite,my love:)

Patchouli, patchouli and more patchouli on a slightly bitter balmy base with a tiny hint of spice (the carrot seeds?).
Interesting but I just don't love patchouli nearly enough to appreciate the difference to ordinary patchouli oil.
I'm not sure what attracted me to Nombril Immense in the first place. I guess I was expecting something warmer, more resinous, less patchouli-y.
It lasts more than 10 hours.

I know Etat Libre d'Orange from a blog I read almost couple of years ago and I stumbled upon this really kewl boutique in Bali and found it!! I tried on everything from Etat Libre and BOY I LOVE THIS... The reason why I bought it is because it so unique, simply innocence. A baby. That's what I have in mind. It just so motherly to me and it reminds me a lot of my childhood, I smell like this!! LOL. A bit of baby talcum powder and a hint of sun and sweat from playing outside for 5 hours and power nap time. LOL. I love this smell, I'm wearing it mostly night time though.

merilu59:lo amo infinitamente
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"I love it infinitely
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lo amo infinitamente
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Giant Bellybutton! Once again, the wacky frog-eaters at Etat Libre d'Orange have come up with a strong smelling, very original scent. Of course, a REAL giant bellybutton, full of lint and body odor, wouldn't smell like this - it would smell more like their Secretions Magnifique, which I like, too, but in the way I like certain types of ear-splittingly painful and difficult music. (Penderecki, Throbbing Gristle, Captain Beefheart, Carcass, and early Public Image Limited, if you care about music. This, however, is a slightly spiced up Patchouli that avoids most of the hippie associations...which is good, 'cos I can't stand hippies. So if you like Patchouli, this is a good one to try out

While I don't agree with below reviewer on the worthyness of a bottle, I need to say that Nombril Immense is not bad at all! It's actually one of the few Etat Libre that I enjoy on my skin. It's confortable, relaxing, a little bit mystical and it gives me a vision of open spaces. Like many other from Etat Libre it goes on in alternate stages. The first hint is a woody freshness, then it becomes baby powder, then again woody and mystical. It smells like the wood columns of an Eastern temple in Tibet could smell in my imagination. Mostly like Dzongkha, but not as greatly done. All in all is pleasant and meditative.
It hits on my nerevs that it smells better from the vial than applied on my skin. Worth a bottle? No. Buy baby powder and throw some sandalwood and patchouli oil in it. It's cheaper.

My favourite scent from the French brand Etat Libre d'Orange is this lovely autumn-winter fragance.
I have been wearing it sometimes this cold winter because it is cozy, comfortable, mystic and contemplative.
It is all about patchouli, but high quality patchouli.
Nombril Immense is ambery and woody, with a hint of sweetness in the dry down.

It has reconciled me to patchouli (and to Etat libre d'orange too). To me, it is completely full bottle worthy.