At 8am or 8pm, the three blows are struck. In the limelight, the lead actor sits on the edge of the washbasin or the rim of the bathtub. An iconic and ergonomic legend, our Savon Superfin simply and efficiently cleanses any skin that enters the stage of the bathroom. With the door shut and the faucet turned on, it unveils its scent on a damp body or hands. Which just goes to show that it is suitable even for the most aristocratic subjects.
To conclude, outdated? Certainly not. More like, out-of-the-box.
Available in eleven super-stylish scents.
Skin is left clean, perfectly cleansed and pleasantly fragrant; every nook and cranny in the house is filled with its scented delights.
What to do next?
Get caught in the bathroom and cry out, “Good heavens, my husband!”. Miss your flight and cry out, “Good heavens, my husband!”. See your husband and cry out, “Good heavens, my flight!”
A bunch of roses, boosted with ginger and vetiver.
Thousands of red and pink petals thrown into Astarte’s bath, blanketing the sandalwood floors of temples, strewn across the beds of queens. Their triumph exudes the sweet opulence of the rose and the vetiver, the maidens’ ginger-fiery kisses raining down upon the victors from the balconies.