When the invitation for the Lunatique perfume launch landed in my inbox, I was excited and intrigued. Founded by Philippe Di Méo, Liquides Imaginaires creates perfumes that invite wearers to explore the mystical and magical dimensions of fragrance, capturing memories, desires, and stages of life.
A night dedicated to a fragrance described as mysterious and transformative, held at the elegant Windsor Gallery in Lagos, promised more than just the usual Lagos soirée. From the moment I walked in, it was clear this was going to be an experience to remember.
First Impressions
Windsor Gallery, known for its timeless charm, was a perfect host for the event. The downstairs area was softly lit, its understated elegance setting the tone for the evening. Guests mingled, champagne glasses in hand, as the gentle hum of conversation filled the air. The scent of Lunatique lingered faintly, almost teasing us with its mystery.
Upstairs was where the heart of the experience unfolded and with my champagne in hand, I climbed the stairs. A grand round table awaited, draped in black velvet, with Lunatique as the star of the show. Its sleek, metallic bottle gleamed under the soft lighting, drawing all eyes. Surrounding it were other perfumes from the brand, each with its unique story, but none could outshine the enigma of Lunatique.
We were invited to sit, touch, and smell. The setting felt intimate, as though we’d been granted access to a secret. Around us were the brand’s other fragrances, each distinctive in its own way, but Lunatique was the star of the show.
The Scent Journey
When I first sprayed Lunatique, I wasn’t sure what to expect. The initial scent was sharp and fresh—something bright that reminded me of citrus but with an edge I couldn’t quite place. Was it juniper? Or maybe something spicier? Whatever it was, it woke up my senses instantly.
As the perfume settled, it softened into something sweeter and more floral. I thought I caught a hint of neroli or maybe even some kind of berry—it was hard to pinpoint, but it felt light and airy, almost playful. Then, as the minutes passed, the scent deepened. There was a smokiness, something warm and resinous, that made me think of incense but with a subtle twist.
The longer it lingered, the richer it became. The final notes were darker, heavier—leather, maybe? I couldn’t say for sure, but it clung to my skin in a way that felt sultry and grounding like the perfume had found its rhythm. It was mysterious, layered, and hard to pin down, which only made me want to wear it more.
A Lasting Impression
By the end of the evening, Lunatique had left its mark—not just on me, but on my clothes, my skin, and, apparently, everyone I passed in Abuja. I wore Lunatique while travelling, and it survived the chaos of Nigerian airports and a long flight. Strangers turned to ask, “What perfume are you wearing?” as I strolled past them. Hours later, I could still catch a hint of the leathery, smoky base clinging to my jacket.
Lunatique gave me something else to savour. A scent that lingers, transforms, and stays with you long after the night ends. If you ever get the chance to try it, don’t think twice.
