✨🧚♀️🦄🐞🪼🌙 Part of the Jitterbug Perfumes Special Collection ✨🧚♀️🦄🐞🪼🌙
Where Bingo Pajama discovers mountain flowers at a midnight garden party
Bingo Pajama walks past the perfumery, but this time he's taken a detour through the Alps on his way to that eternal garden party where the jazz never stops and the moon's too drunk to judge. Our barefoot muse has discovered that jasmine isn't the only flower that knows how to throw a proper midnight soirée—turns out, those shy Alpine linden blossoms have been keeping secrets.
Up where the peaks flirt with the sky, Bingo finds elderflower giggling with his beloved jasmine, while honey-drunk bees carry gossip between mountain meadows and midnight gardens. His imperial jasmine petals, bold and shameless as ever, now dance with linden's delicate mountain whispers, both dripping with spice and liquid gold. Orange blossom still tosses in that fruity wink, but now it's echoed by elderflower's crisp mountain laughter, while vetiver and moss ground the whole alpine jazz session in earthy wisdom.
V'lu tends the enfleurage in a chalet somewhere between heaven and Switzerland, where jasmine cream meets mountain air and creates something that's both sacred and profane. This isn't just Bingo's usual bohemian ballad—it's his mountain retreat remix, where floral rebellion meets Alpine purity, and somehow they discover they've been singing harmony all along. Spritz this, and you'll hear the clink of brandy glasses echoing off mountain peaks in a speakeasy that exists somewhere between yodeling and jazz.
Notes
Linden blossom
Elderflower
Vetiver
Moss
Jasmine
Honey
Orange blossom
Rose
Vanilla
Tonka
Musk
This is what happens when Mother Nature decides to throw a costume party and invites both her most innocent mountain wildflowers and her most seductive midnight bloomers. It's the olfactory equivalent of a Swiss finishing school graduate running away to join a bohemian flower circus—proper breeding meets wild rebellion, and somehow they discover they're perfect dance partners.
Mountain purity and floral hedonism don't just coexist here; they throw the kind of party that makes angels want to loosen their halos and dance barefoot in the clouds. It's perfume as cultural exchange program, scent as altitude sickness cure, fragrance as proof that sometimes the most beautiful things happen when you mix Swiss chocolate precision with jazz-age jasmine madness.
✨🧚♀️🦄🐞🪼🌙 Part of the Jitterbug Perfumes Special Collection ✨🧚♀️🦄🐞🪼🌙
Where Bingo Pajama discovers mountain flowers at a midnight garden party
Bingo Pajama walks past the perfumery, but this time he's taken a detour through the Alps on his way to that eternal garden party where the jazz never stops and the moon's too drunk to judge. Our barefoot muse has discovered that jasmine isn't the only flower that knows how to throw a proper midnight soirée—turns out, those shy Alpine linden blossoms have been keeping secrets.
Up where the peaks flirt with the sky, Bingo finds elderflower giggling with his beloved jasmine, while honey-drunk bees carry gossip between mountain meadows and midnight gardens. His imperial jasmine petals, bold and shameless as ever, now dance with linden's delicate mountain whispers, both dripping with spice and liquid gold. Orange blossom still tosses in that fruity wink, but now it's echoed by elderflower's crisp mountain laughter, while vetiver and moss ground the whole alpine jazz session in earthy wisdom.
V'lu tends the enfleurage in a chalet somewhere between heaven and Switzerland, where jasmine cream meets mountain air and creates something that's both sacred and profane. This isn't just Bingo's usual bohemian ballad—it's his mountain retreat remix, where floral rebellion meets Alpine purity, and somehow they discover they've been singing harmony all along. Spritz this, and you'll hear the clink of brandy glasses echoing off mountain peaks in a speakeasy that exists somewhere between yodeling and jazz.
Notes
Linden blossom
Elderflower
Vetiver
Moss
Jasmine
Honey
Orange blossom
Rose
Vanilla
Tonka
Musk
This is what happens when Mother Nature decides to throw a costume party and invites both her most innocent mountain wildflowers and her most seductive midnight bloomers. It's the olfactory equivalent of a Swiss finishing school graduate running away to join a bohemian flower circus—proper breeding meets wild rebellion, and somehow they discover they're perfect dance partners.
Mountain purity and floral hedonism don't just coexist here; they throw the kind of party that makes angels want to loosen their halos and dance barefoot in the clouds. It's perfume as cultural exchange program, scent as altitude sickness cure, fragrance as proof that sometimes the most beautiful things happen when you mix Swiss chocolate precision with jazz-age jasmine madness.
