A sample set of all 10 Discothèque fragrances, individually wrapped. The perfect ten to find the perfect one.

Explore eight iconic fragrances inspired by unforgettable nights in the Discothèque Discovery Set.

Individually wrapped, for your pleasure. Find your favourite fragrances by choosing five samples to try.

Velvet ropes, spirals of sandalwood smoke, love letters and curses, white chocolates in pockets, a moment of softness, razor-edged nails, tiered chandeliers, a glimpse of the moon high in the sky, a whisper on lips that turns into a 4am surprise.

Opalescent lips smudged at the edges, messy spring winds, worn spines of records, shrines of star jasmine, ripped powder-blue silk, a sweet crescendo, phantom pheromones in gossamer threads, snow white musk, cloudy sake, soft feelings, a head rush, the ghost of her.

Velvet ropes, spirals of sandalwood smoke, love letters and curses, white chocolates in pockets, a moment of softness, razor-edged nails, tiered chandeliers, a glimpse of the moon high in the sky, a whisper on lips that turns into a 4am surprise.

C’est vous, it’s you, pressed between bodies, a taste of Monte Carlo on a hot night in June, sapphire droplets, espresso black chocolate, sweat and suede fringe, amber eye trances, quick stolen glances, skin flush from a crush and marked with a bite.

Leather and gin and glistening skin, crimson nights and black box peepholes, a bath of glowing amber, a key on a chain, a figment of the subconscious in a saffron haze, silhouette reflections in infinite mirrors, eyes that can’t look away.

Velvet ropes, spirals of sandalwood smoke, love letters and curses, white chocolates in pockets, a moment of softness, razor-edged nails, tiered chandeliers, a glimpse of the moon high in the sky, a whisper on lips that turns into a 4am surprise.

Linen and skin, soft sage crowns, Aphrodite rising from her pearly shell, poetry whispered in the wind, a tryst on the shores of the Aegean Sea, moss-covered rocks under cerulean sky, barefoot on the terrace, moving to the rhythm of the riptides.

Whipped cream foam, a suede jacket, the scent of cedar, blood orange, the lyrics burn-baby-burn as your heart floats in a fluffy vanilla sky, the night you fall in love in the Meatpacking District.

A violet half-moon, cliffs that glow in the night, twirling vines of jasmine, whirlpools of aquamarine, swirling auroras and stalactite, sandalwood cream, cypress trees, a ritual of mystic devotion, a love set in motion in blue velvet waters.

A warm shock to the system, honey-coloured light, a red-apple heart with an electric synth beat, violet eyes, a utopia for misfits, wallflowers in bloom, almond tree blossoms on a crisp autumn night.

Mouthfuls of purple rain, a taste of blackcurrant and honey, a blooming orange blossom, rapture in an 8-track, that sacred second between songs, violet and amber lights, a cyclone on the dance floor.

The tongue twist of a maraschino stem, sweet stained lips, cherry cream pie, milky waves of cumulous clouds, bourbon vanilla icing, a silky confection, an insatiable craving, a dessert of debauchery and glamour.

A saffron glow, eye contact and melting honey, amber spotlights and hot pepper, shimmering sweat and pressed mouths, the taste of chocolate and free love, a fleeting moment that feels colossal.