Serge Lutens for woman

Like pollen blowing over a lifeless city. As grey as ashes floating through a sky of sunbeams. Lavender, then, to add grey to clarity, I added incense. I'm crazy about it! In every sense, incense makes sense to my senses.

My first name is the name of a fabric. It strikes the right note for this fragrance. In a similar vein, nothing can capture this scent’s spirit better than subtle "snapshots" from the past, like a forgotten glove lying on an antique chair. Incense stirred by the smell of burnt wood.

This jasmine has only one thought in its head: paint the town white! On a ladder of silken rungs, the fragrance climbs high into the night until it reaches the very top and explodes in a constellation of fireworks. It feels positively electric on the skin.

Lighter than ever, it holds out the promise of a caress. The musk walks in moonlight, a wild beast tamed.

 

 

 

 

Tea at Buckingham Palace. Centered on candied ginger, this fragrance is a ritual ceremony. It caters to the quicksilver in us, to our imagination dressed in white gloves.

A fire fanned by the wind, a desert in flames. As if bursting from the earth, Chergui, a desert wind, creates an effect that involves suction more than blowing, carrying plants, insects and twigs along in an inescapable ascent. Its full, persistent gusts crystallize shrubs, bushes and berries, which proceed to scorch, shrivel up and pay a final ransom in saps, resins and juices. Night falls on a still-smoldering memory, making way for the fragrant, ambery and candied aromas by the alchemist that is Chergui.

Arabia, immense within us, embraces all fragrances. "Nuts and dried fruits are noble." This piece of wisdom was handed down to us through Greek mythology. Dried fruits, currant raisins, dates and cashews, anything fragrant. Like a caravan lost in the desert.

Like a diabolic trail of smoke left by Satan in Paradise. Some say this fragrance will enthrall you; others that it will make you crazy. Others still that excessive exposure will kill you dead. To be precise, one night I took brugmansia, also known as Angel's Trumpet, and distilled the notes of its lingering memory.

To paraphrase Freud, it's not the evil who are full of regrets, but the good. Both the devil and vanilla like black. No sentimentality here! Within each of us, this mellowness grows stronger and more refined thanks to contrasting wood notes.

Listen, my child, and I will tell you everything. Take a carnation and a sufficient quantity of Cayenne pepper. Firmly drive it into the very center, using the "nails" of a clove. Before committing the final act of violence, let wallflower throw in a few punches.

As blond as a Swede, as yellow as corn silk, as gold as the sun or a golden boy or whatever else you can imagine! Let's do what children do. First, a child looks at an object. He picks it up. If he brings it to his nose, as he would this soft suede scent, it's in search of consolation. That's exactly what I want my fragrance to do!

Another take on Féminité for an alternate reality. True to its name, it contains cedar, to which honey is the key. But I have added tuberose, barely perceptible but of paramount importance.

 

 

 

This fragrance is not an Oriental, but an Arab and a Lutens. That being the case, don't expect it to fit in. The point of departure was a scented wax, found in a souk and long forgotten in a wooden box. The amber only became sultanesque after I reworked the composition using cistus, an herb that sticks to the fingers like tar, then added an overtone that nobody had ever dreamed of: vanilla.

They light up by day and burn hot at night. Of the entire citrus family – including the orange, mandarin orange and grapefruit trees – the lemon tree (especially the lemon blossom) best captures the magic of their fresh scent.

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Her tracks go back to time immemorial. She lives in the silence of a snow castle. Her name is Woman, Mother and She-Wolf. Her heart is a white almond. It is all bitterness, a word that is magnificent and the fragrance even more so. In choosing the white almond, that's what I was aiming for.

When, beneath its cellophane, Haute Couture was but yet an idea. Are you familiar with the scent of osmanthus? The flower is white or tinged with orange. From the tight clusters of its petals bursts the scent of jasmine laced with mandarin orange. On hot summer days, it provides a breath of fresh air.