Ole

Smells like passion caught mid-spin — red flowers, hot skin, and pure Spanish fire.

Olé is Ramón Monegal’s olfactory love letter to Spain — but this isn’t a postcard. It’s a flamenco stomp. A bullfighter’s breath. A heart beating too loud beneath sun-soaked silk.

The opening is electric — Egyptian jasmine, tuberose, and orange blossom explode into the air like a bouquet tossed with force. These aren’t shy florals. They’re bold, narcotic, and deeply sensual. Pure white blooms, radiant and unapologetically feminine — with a rhythm all their own.

Then the heart starts to throb. Cinnamon and saffron sneak in, adding heat and depth — not spicy for shock, but for seduction. It’s warmth that pulses just under the skin. And in the base? A glowing mix of benzoin, vanilla, amber, and musk, giving this dance its final flourish: creamy, golden, addictive.

Olé is a declaration. A celebration. A moment that grabs your senses, twirls them, and leaves you breathless.

What’s In It For You:

• A white floral with fire — bold, bright, and endlessly captivating
• Long-lasting projection that evolves from floral punch to creamy warmth
• Romantic, wearable passion with unmistakable Mediterranean soul

Wear it when:
You want to make an entrance. When you’re in love with life — or want to fall back in love with yourself. Or when you need a scent that says, “Watch me.”