A child can either charm or annoy us with the same ruthlessness. A child can be irresistible with his angel-sweet smile but he also knows how to drive us crazy. Under the angel, the faked innocence of a demon.
After the gentle top notes of orange blossom and marshmallow, breaks the unexpected accord of coffee, leather and cold tobacco, a shrilling symbol of our sleepless nights. True to his reputation of “polymorphic pervert”, this mini-sized tyrant is only happy when he succeeds in imposing his whims, which he always manages to do.
What a sweet little monster!
Top notes: Bergamot, Neroli, Peach Heart notes: Rose Absolute Orpur®, Orange Blossom, Heliotrope Base notes: Vanilla, Patchouli, Musk
The improbable alliance of two antagonistic smells, sacred incense and mischievous bubble gum. «Encens et Bubblegum» is a candy-like perfume that flirts with mystical inspiration. As provocative as a star who chews a bubble gum in a church, who plays with crucifixes and yet bows low before the altar. When transgression is tinted with erotic guilt, the impish sensuality of this childlike woman takes the upper hand. Men waste away in despair but she doesn’t care. She plays cat and mouse with men, will eat them up and move on.
Top notes: Peach, Raspberry Heart notes: Lily-of-the-Valley, Orange blossom Base notes: Vanilla, Musk, Incense
His beauty would have been his greatest asset. One imagines he was raised in the big air of Texas, his soft skin scrubbed by ears of wheat, his eyelashes curled by grappling with grace against a blinding sun. A Midnight Cowboy lost on city asphalt.
A fisherman without a line, he was made to be hooked by others, to believe in his fate without knowing it, to wreak havoc and forget it over time. Youth for women-of-a-certain-age, stock for late-night parties, a partner to accompany the wealthy of Palm Beach on nature walks, his splendor is consumed in the service of others. Now, a Fat Electrician in New Jersey, his talent depleted in his sexual decline. This is the curse of beauty — it doesn’t last.
Top notes: Black Pepper, Elemi Rezin Heart notes: Cedarwood, Vetiver Base notes: Opoponax, Myrrh, Vanilla Orpur®
Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt. Apocalyptic visions, Armageddon. Doomsday cults, mass suicides. The Mayan calendar. We endured the panic of the Millennium. We’ve seen the films, from “Dr. Strangelove” to “Melancholia”. We know the New Testament prophecies, we’ve heard about the End Times and the Rapture. But one question remains: how will it smell?
Top notes: Popcorn, Black Pepper, Roasted Sesame Heart notes: Freesia, Cumin Seed, Iris Absolute Base notes: Gunpowder Accord, Ambrette Seeds, Sandalwood
The search for happiness begins with your dreams. They can take you in many directions. You might seek a place, a locale that seems to answer your questions. Speak another language. Eat different foods. Smell exotic scents. Are you happy now?
Or you might seek a connection, a person, who seems to respond to your needs. Someone to complete you, someone to cover you, someone to satisfy you. Are you happy now? Maybe. Or maybe not. Maybe you will only find yourself with more questions, more needs. And the happiness is fleeting. So you turn back.
Home. Where you know the language, the food, the scents. Home. Where you can be complete on your own. Home. Where you can rest and make new dreams. And how does this feel, to discover the happiness that was there all along?
Top notes: Mandarin, Ginger, Pumpkin Accord Heart notes: Immortelle flowers, Neroli, Rose Base notes: Vetiver, Heliotrope, Musk
Malaise gives off the metallic smell of the Iron Lady tearing down British society - “There’s no such thing as society” - to sell off the rabble and rubble to the City. Malaise gives off the metallic smell of guitar strings being tortured in London squats, of safety pins stuck in cheeks, of razor blades slicing through the skin of pallid chests.
Malaise gives off the metallic smell of the spaceships that will carry us Anywhere out of this world, as Baudelaire once said. “A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away” with Luke Skywalker and Princess Leia. Aboard the musical mothership of Close Encounters, led by François Truffaut, whose generous gaze will soon go out. In the bowels of the Nostromo freighter where a vitriol-blooded Alien, thrust into the body of space proles like a monstrous reverse-pregnancy, bursts out in a gut-splattered howl.
Malaise gives off the metallic smell of blood, yes, but also the burn of pepper spray in our noses… Ah… ah… ah… nar… CHY! And a strange sweet softness we sink into, like the ground flesh of an overripe fruit in our fist. And the pungency of the leather armor we slip on to scare off the hippies.
“No More Heroes”, the Stranglers growl, but Luke and Leia give us the Force. We hold out our hand to Spielberg’s mild-mannered aliens. We butcher the bug that’s eating us up from inside with Ripley, the kick-ass androgyne.
Top notes: Citrus, Prune Heart notes: Electric Aldehydes, Heliotrope Base notes: Patchouli, Orcanox Leather
This girl is a gift for well-behaved men. The one who bursts into a party and suddenly makes you want to believe in Santa Claus. Half way between a flirtatious temptress and a dancing queen, the temperature rises just by her presence.
To hell with “global warming”! She’s here to have fun, no matter what. Heavenly lightness in December… Sweet honey notes at the start lie on a vanilla-tangerine accord and all at once life becomes as captivating as the fullness of her décolleté. It’s soft and warm, notes swirl and dance, and the world starts spinning, like a faceted mirror ball, marvel of all marvels.
In the heart, red pepper mingles with nigella in a detonating cocktail of scents. Hot red lips adorn a lavishly extraverted smile. Breathtaking! The slightly musky, solar accord of the base speaks of the radiant warmness of her skin under her laughing throat. She calls for her after-midnight man, the one who will abduct her under the Xmas tree. And who will jealously sweep her off her feet and into his room, like a child would with his most precious present.
Top notes: Bergamot essence Orpur®,Cinnamon, Peppercorn Heart notes: Rose essence Orpur®, Lilly of the Valley, Honey Base notes: Cedarwood, Vanilla, Musk
Do you know this adorable mademoiselle? She’s a girly-girl, clutching a bouquet of orange blossom and lily-of-the-valley, all sweetness and light and delicate grace.
Like a ballerina, she pirouettes across the floor and into your heart. But this young dancer knows some jazzy moves. That pink-and-white charm conceals shades of gray. And when the innocence of fresh white flowers gives way to a hint of seductive patchouli, you know there’s more to her. Someday, her sparkle will turn into fire, and her gentle warmth will become passion. Oh, the sweet mystery of this precious child/woman! But all will be revealed when he asks her, “Do you..?” And she replies, “Yes, I do”.
Top notes: Aldehyde, Lily of the Valley, Pear Heart notes: Peony, Jasmine, Orange Blossom Base notes: Cedarwood, Cocoa Absolute, Musk