Every fragrance leaves our atelier at least two years after its first sketch. We extract our own materials, we macerate our own tinctures, and we refuse the ingredient list of any composition that takes less than thirty-one revisions.
We are a perfumery of three people on the third floor of a building that has held one perfumery or another since 1834. Two noses, one apprentice. A balance, six hundred and forty tinctures on the wall behind us, and a window facing south-west over the rooftops of Grasse.
Our materials come from the fields and forests we have been buying from for seventeen years. The rose absolute from the Bar-sur-Loup harvest. The jasmine from the August fields just outside our door. The vetiver from one cooperative in Les Cayes, Haiti. The oud from a single distiller in Assam.
We do not blend by formula. We blend by hand, by nose, by the slow accumulation of weeks where the same composition is sniffed in the morning and again at dusk until we know what it is.
If you have never met our work, we keep a small wooden box at the boutique containing eight 2ml glass vials — one of every composition in the permanent collection.
Take it home. Live with each one over a week. Wear it on a Tuesday afternoon, on a Sunday morning, on a long evening at supper. When you find the one, return the box and we'll deduct its cost from your full bottle.