Scentbird, Inc., New York, NY 10001
Omnia Paraiba description
Bvlgari’s Omnia Paraiba is Brazil in a bottle, pure and simple. Named for a Brazilian semi-precious stone, the Paraiba Tourmaline, Omnia Paraiba takes all its cues from the brilliant aquamarine colors of this famous gem.
Ever imagine yourself to be the Ipanema Girl, sashaying her way down the boulevard to the beaches of Rio, drawing the admiring glances of everyone as she goes? Well, Omnia Paraiba is the scent to wear while doing just that. Like the Ipanema Girl, this is a scent with dangerous curves.
Omnia Paraiba opens with a lush, pulpy passion fruit note so realistic that your mouth will instantly begin to water. It must be that the passion fruit is the ultimate in perfume shortcuts to the warmth of those long, golden Brazilian beaches.
But it is also tremendously bitter and fresh, with bigarade (bitter orange) driving a sour citrus stake through the heart of the fragrance to keep us all awake and on our toes. This note interjects something that feels classically French. And that’s not a bad thing at all – perhaps a touch of French classicism is exactly what’s needed for contrast in the midst of this creamy, fruity expanse of Tropicalia. The squeeze of lime is also just right: combined with the creamy florals, it smells like one of those brightly-colored, exotic cocktails a Cabana boy might bring you on the beach.
In its heart, Brazilian gardenia spreads its creamy, earthy sweetness throughout the fragrance, like a slice of salted butter melting and oozing gently across a plate. For gardenia lovers, this is pure heaven. A base of grassy vetiver root and bitter cocoa powder gives the fruits and flowers a landing pitched halfway between earth and smoke.
We think Omnia Paraiba is the perfect fragrance for when you need something joyful and relaxing, but also grown-up. Its pulpy passion fruit, lime, and creamy gardenia paint a picture of tropical Brazilian beaches, but the bitter orange and smoky vetiver gives you a taste of something more classically French. We’d call it tropical with a backbone of something serious. And when the sun comes out and the shoes get kicked off, we can think of nothing better than that.