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What does the color purple smell like? Silky, sweet secrets. (Formerly known as Himitsu) "A delicate mauve-tinted secret behind teeth. The whisper of violets and heliotrope—a flushed purple flower casts a shadow over the sweetness of saffron. The comforting powdery silkiness of suede and tolu balsam linger longer.
Sweet, addicting, transparent, but memorable. Perhaps it’s no surprise that Himitsu means secret in Japanese. Created by master perfumer, Dominique Ropion."
On saffron tanned leather seats, in clothes that look like rugs, singing “we must never break the chain”. Lacquered chestnut paneling with puffs of burning fuel. Top: Saffron Leather, Suede, Vinyl
The night queen’s suspended bulbs in the hour of darkness, caked with spicy Ethiopian myrrh, cacao, currant, and dank Madagascar vanilla. Top: Black Currant, Myrrh, Cacao
In Greek mythology naiads were nymph-like feminine spirits presiding over bodies of fresh water - fountains, springs, streams, and brooks. One such nymph was the seductive Minthe of the river Cocytus.
When spurned Queen Persephone discovered her husband Hades having an illicit affair, young Minthe was metamorphosed forever into a harmless common herb - sweet mint.
Notes - With iced Egyptian mint, frozen shiso, vanilla, elemi, olibanum, jasmine auriculatum, and vetiver
A spicy, leathery rose. Là-Bas is the heart between two places, a haunting lust for somewhere else.
"A decadent bygone world of velvets, woods, and roses. Opening with the sweet flirtation of a gleaming red apple and golden pear. The contralto of patchouli wraps the skin in dry seduction. A combination of Bulgarian and Turkish rose fill the room with beauty from a forgotten time. Created by master perfumer Dominique Ropion."
Alia Perfumer & Founder
Top: Pome Fruits Heart: Patchouli, Bulgarian And Turkish Roses Base: Oakmoss, Castoreum, Leather
A muddy ride on horseback in sparkling green Fontainebleau forest. Woody, sharp, masculine elements. From Régime des Fleurs and Christopher Niquet.
"For a pony named Rock River Melody. Christopher and I worked together to capture that feeling of striking out into the outdoors for the first time after a long winter. Crisp spring mornings with young leaves on trees and flowers just beginning to bud. We envisioned the magic of the ancient forest of Fontainebleau outside of Paris whose vistas have been captured by artists and inhabited by French aristocracy for a millennium."
Alia
Perfumer & Founder
Top:Hedera Ivy, Galbanum, Bergamot Heart: Green Sap, Patchouli, Narcissus, Rose Base: Sandalwood, Cedar, Amber, Musk
Combining woody and herbaceous scents, GANJA promises an escape and sensorial stimulation.
Imagined by the perfumer Caroline Dumur, the aim was to put two worlds in parallel: the urban world by the design of its bottle created by Rei Kawakubo and the extrasensory world by its woody, spicy and airy aroma.
COMME des GARÇONS and KAWS are pleased to present the artist’s first scent, MIRROR. Inspired by KAWS’s multi-faceted practice, MIRROR brings a complex blend of optimistic fragrant notes together in collaboration to create a musky floral scent.
The bottle design is a nod to the artist’s iconic COMPANION character who materializes across a variety of medium, from fine art to consumer products, leveling the hierarchies between “high” and “low”.
Notes: Savon de Marseille Accord, Neroli Accord Petalia (Floral, Rosy, Lychee), Oranger Crystals Overdose of Ambrofix (Amber, Woody), Cosmone (Musk, Powdery)
Eau De Toilette 30/50ml.
Marseille
Je descends tes escaliers par dizaines, En courant, car ça faisait longtemps en fait Longtemps qu’on s’était pas vu Il est tôt, Tout est si calme ici, pour l’instant Et la ville s’éveille, lentement, Les passants pas pressés longent les marchés hurlants, Les fruits et légumes, eux, transpirent l’amour Pas un jour ne se passe sans une rencontre, Où elle partage ses histoires à l’ombre des pins, Pas un non plus sans aventure, Car l’amour n’a de frontières ici. Marseille si belle, s’élève en lettres capitales, Et le Mistral souffle la liberté Marseille, je t’aime si fort, Toi, si sauvage au fond, En attendant ton retour, Je m’émerveille encore et encore Poem by Romain Eugène Campens