Back to Paris by Eisenberg is not just a fragrance—it is an olfactory voyage, a whispered sonnet to the soul of Paris itself. From the very first spritz, it feels like stepping onto the cobbled streets of the Left Bank at dawn, where the air is laced with the promise of adventure and the soft murmur of café conversations.
The opening is a sparkling embrace of citrus, a radiant burst reminiscent of the golden glow that bathes the Seine at sunrise. Bergamot and lemon dance like fleeting laughter in a Montmartre bistro, effervescent yet sophisticated. Then, as the heart of the fragrance unfolds, an exquisite bouquet of delicate florals emerges—roses as velvety as the evening sky, jasmine as intoxicating as stolen glances across candlelit tables.
But it is the base that truly anchors this perfume in memory, like the lingering warmth of a Parisian twilight. Soft, sensual musk entwines with rich woods and a whisper of vanilla, evoking the elegance of old bookstores, the rustle of silk dresses, and the lingering echoes of Edith Piaf’s melodies drifting through the night air.
Back to Paris is not merely a fragrance; it is nostalgia bottled, an invitation to relive love stories—both real and imagined—within the timeless beauty of Paris. It is for the dreamers, the romantics, the souls who believe that every street corner holds a new beginning.