Room Fragrance Diffuser Pot Pourri

250 ml - 8.4 fl.oz.

Regular price $100.00
Sale price $100.00
Bring the energy of a unique environment inside your own home. Pot Pourri is Officina’s renowned blend of Tuscan herbs, flowers and leaves. An aromatic and uplifting balm for body and mind, is available in the special Firenze 1221 edition of Pot Pourri room diffuser. One of the most famous preparations of Officina Profumo-Farmaceutica di Santa Maria Novella, Pot Pourri will embrace your spaces with the iconic monogrammed glass bottle.
Contains 8 wooden sticks.
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Olfactory Family:

Aromatic Notes

Top: Bergamot, Bitter Orange, Laurel

Middle: Cloves, Lavender, Rosemary, Thyme

Base: Cedarwood, Patchouli, Peru Balm

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Room Fragrance Diffuser Pot Pourri

Regular price $100.00
Sale price $100.00

how to use

The freshness of the laurel is combined with citrus notes on the top. In the middle, an aromatic blend of lavender, thyme, rosemary and cloves gives a feeling of naturalness and well-being. In the base, cedarwood, patchouli, and balsam from Peru give character to the mélange.

Recommendations

For first-time use, remove the lid. Place all the sticks into the bottle. Let them soak in the fragrance for at least three hours, then turn them upside down so the fragrance is diffused. Repeat this operation daily or weekly for a stronger or softer fragrance intensity. Place your diffuser away from heat sources.

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Agnes Abela

Amazing fragrance and the package arrived beautifully wrapped and ready to be gifted. Great service and efficient delivery

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Janice P manders powell
Elevator Magic

I absolutely adore the PotPourri scent, which takes me back through my sensory catalog of emotions, images, and fragrances of a life in reflection.....it's the memory of my Dad and the smell of leather and hide from the shoe repair shop where he often hung out to smoke cigarettes, drink beer and play cards with his friends when I was a little girl accompanying him on his Saturday afternoon "errands"; it's the memory of traveling by train in a darkened private lounge car through the Black Forest of Germany, my face pressed against the glass imagining medieval castles, babbling rivers flowing past soft and fragrant mossy rocks, and the heartache of a love-lorn princess waiting for her prince to return from battle; it's the smell of entering a Clockwork Orange themed party in an old California warehouse, illuminated by candlelight, soft laughter and background music as waiters silently pass hors oeuvres and drinks before the party really begins; and lastly - it's the fragrance that lingers long after the handsome, meticulously showered, shaved and groomed man with jet black hair wearing white pants, a white linen shirt, brown leather shoes and a gold Rolex steps off the elevator at the Four Seasons Hotel in Paris - leaving nothing behind but his fragrance and the shattered dreams of a single 30-something traveling the world solo.