For the man who wears a pinstripe suit with ease and self-assurance, whose highly sophisticated virility is tinged with artistic flair, and whose ruthless pursuit of seduction is somewhat of an aesthetic endeavor.
This perfume reveals the style behind impeccable appearance: patchouli is the pinstripe suit, with a cocktail of rum absolute and mandarin in hand, for a distinct flavor of late nights in dark corners; as cedar, suede and incense are the underlying sensual pulse, warmed by vanilla in a small acknowledgment of intimacy.
A star’s moment of privacy at her dressing table with her lipstick, which she spreads carefully onto her lower lip: grapefruit and violet sparkle above sweet notes of rose, iris and raspberry on a sensuous bed of vanilla and white musk.
A 1950s prophetic masterpiece that was kept hidden for half a century for being ahead of its time, worn only by the perfumer’s wife, until now.
Prune fuses the modernity of cucumber and melon notes with the elegant classicism of rose and jasmine, blurring the perfume to the point of obscurity and rendering its ingredients unidentifiable.
A warm cloud of iris, hawthorn and heliotrope pervades a transparent sea of bergamot and hedione to make a paradoxical “eau chaude”; a subtle, intimate expression of personal comfort.
A classic perfume that keeps its sensuous femininity enclosed in a sober shape.
A concealed satin lining of iris, musk and tonka bean is trimmed by cool, synthetic aldehydes for an aura of serene formality. Vetiver introduces a further quality of crisp chic, while decorative notes of rose, violet and ylang-ylang remind a stranger to see the woman beyond the surface.
Like the eccentric Englishman in a blue velvet jacket, pink striped shirt and a cashmere-print pocket square, this perfume is an extravagant unravelling of colors and textures.
A cool whiff of mint and aniseed, imbued with Chinese geranium, spills over into nuances of clove, sandalwood, benzoin and frankincense.
For the man who would not normally wear perfume, who believes in naked attraction and relies on the simple seductive power of his rugged appearance.
The spicy freshness of pimiento, angelica and juniper flowers melts into a woody sea of cedar, patchouli and vetiver, bound by galbanum and frankincense in a mysterious enhancement of men’s natural scent.
Unlike other white flowers that exude opulence, magnolia’s scent is citrus-fresh.
Carried by a woody undercurrent, a magnified citric balance of bergamot, lemon and grapefruit tunnels into focus towards darker notes of oak moss and patchouli in an olfactory representation of sunshine and its shadow.
A moment of closeness full of promise and the addictive feeling of mutual dependency.
Cashmeran, which performs like a vibrating musk, is crowned with violet, warmed by heliotrope and imbued with the saltiness of moist skin. Sandalwood adds a milky softness, and white musk, a clean magnetism, evoking the scent of someone you couldn’t live without.
Musk is notorious for having two faces: the pure and the wicked. Accentuating its binary character produces a perfume both innocent and irresistible, split between a clean cologne accord of lemon, bergamot and orange blossom, and a seductive white musk accord.
A show of innocence is not the perfume’s only source of trickery: its staggering concentration of musk overcomes the transient nature of an eau de cologne and renders the perfume indestructible.
An initial impression of innocence and flower-shop freshness disperses to reveal a more lustful tuberose: these dark and spicy notes surrender in turn to ones of milky comfort, enhanced by white musk, to draw out tuberose’s aura of lingering sensuality.
Erotic flower.
Carnal Flower contains by far the highest concentration of natural tuberose in the perfume industry.
An overdose of refined essence of bitter orange (or “bigarade”, as they say in Provence), embellished with cardamom and pink pepper on a woody base of hay and cedar, heralds a new generation of “eaux”.
A simple formula for an air of clean sophistication.
Cologne Bigarade is also available in a more concentrated form as Bigarade Concentrée.
Luxurious in its apparent purity, like a crisp white shirt: minimal and transparent. Yet beneath, lies an undercurrent of mischief. A sense of warm skin tone and clear-cut sex appeal that unfolds as it lingers. For those who believe that seduction is found in cleanliness and perfection, here is a cologne designed to renew its wearer with every splash.
An overdose of extremely refined bitter orange essence (or “bigarade”, as they say in Provence), embellished with cardamom and pink pepper on a woody base of hay and cedar, heralds a new generation of “eaux”.
