Imagine a spotlight trained on a woman at the center of a dark stage. Music starts — something melodic and gentle — and the performer sways in her diaphanous gown. After this dreamy introduction, burlesque horns kick in, and, in a move you’ve seen a hundred times, the woman rips away her evening dress to reveal a strapless sequinned get-up. That’s Parfum d’Empire Immortelle Corse in a nutshell.
Maybe comparing the fragrance to a Broadway number is going too far, since it’s more sun-kissed peasant1 than Liza Minelli, but you get the idea…
