

Rive Paris Aftershave Splash
INSPIRED BY RIVE GAUCHE
rive paris is a refined aromatic fougère that blends fresh citrus, warm woods, and a touch of vintage charm. it opens with crisp bergamot, lemon, and lavender, accented by a hint of anise for a refreshing start. the heart introduces warm geranium, spice, and powdery iris, adding depth and sophistication. a rich base of sandalwood, oakmoss, and tonka bean provides lasting warmth. balanced and timeless, rive paris is a classic barbershop scent with a clean, elegant finish.
this aftershave splash is presented in 100ml glass amber bottles with a restrictor.
splash ingredients: aloe vera juice, vegetable glycerin, sd 40b alcohol, rose hydrosol, calendula extract, red clover extract, chamomile, plantain leaves, white willow bark, vitamin e, caprylic triglycerides (a combination of plant sugars and fatty acids derived from palm and coconut oils for a silkier feel and as a natural preservative).
Spectacular composition of a staggering classic. No other scent that I have captures the marvelous mash-up of new and old world barbershop sophistication.
One one hand, you have an older and better version of American shaving foam from a bygone era blended with a smooth European style talc spiked with oakmoss, soft masculine florals, and a bit of uplifting citrus.
You know the ones that really comfort you? This is one of those for me, perhaps now my go-to for those mornings that require a little magic trick to properly channel your current.
The texture is almost lotion-esque, yet still splashes beautifully. I take a bit more time to rub the formula, but it is very worth the effort because it nourishes the skin so well.
Honestly, I have nothing critical to say,
Rive Paris is an absolute bullseye.
this is a very classic barbershop/cologne! cant go wrong with this one.
Notes from a Quiet Morning
The blade was sharp. The air was cold.
He rinsed. He dried. He reached for the bottle.
The splash hit hard. Not crueljust honest.
Citrus. Powder. Something clean underneath. Like linen. Or memory.
Not loud. Not soft. Just there. Like a woman you almost married.
He breathed in. He nodded once. That was enough.
Outside, the street was waking.
He finished his coffee and left the mirror behind.
He didnt speak.
But he smelled like a man who had loved something onceand remembered.