A little taste of summer

Ah, here comes summer. Here comes the call of Parisian terraces, of escapades in the provinces, of Atlantic journeys, of week's end retreats in Brittany, of concerts in Provence, of Parisian heat waves, of theatres in Avignon. Ah, here comes summer just around the corner!

So, for those of you who no longer appreciate the harshness of winter and its too-warm amber scents, we have put together a small selection of our, and hopefully your, summer fragrances...

 

1725, for romantic picnics…

Now that allergies and exams are far gone, time has come for some to have fun. Summer, as we know, is ideal to renew past friendships and fool around with...friends. For those who cannot resist the urge to have a picnic on the slopes of the Buttes Chaumont, on the scalding cobblestones of the Quais de Seine or in any countryside meadow, 1725 is the answer. A unisex fougère, on its downy base of sweet vanilla, powdery coumarin and cloudlike musks blooms a gentle, well balanced heart where the freshness of Bergamot and Lavender lights up the leathery stickiness of a gourmand Licorice accord. 1725 is a sophisticated signature for everyone to wear, suited to any picnic with friends...with benefits.

 

This is not a Blue Bottle 1/.2, for a roadtrip with friends

Leaving, never to come back. Already thinking of driving along the impressive Irish coast or hiking alone in green and narrow alpine vales where wild streams sing while running down the mountains. 1/.2 is a weapon of choice should you plan to connect with nature again, with friends or lovers or alone. On the watery and transparent whiteness of a base of Hedione and Musk, an Ylang-Ylang and Lilac accord pops. The first is devoid of any animalic inflexions and offer a solar and narcotic profile whilst the second, met with the bubbly freshness of a Lily of the Valley stem, softens with pastel hues a luminous overture of citrusy ivy. 1/.2 lives, sparkles, is modern and timeless and makes the pleasure of sunny days last, that a fresh wind, whether from the forest or the sea, sweeps through.

 

1969, to make the most of the better days…

Romance, flirts, champagne twinkling in the cup, sorbets dripping on one’s fingers – empty museums, crowded gardens, squeaking beds and suffocating nights. 1969 is the sum of those summers when anything can happen. Colours of a warm sun heating up the pavement and blinding the eye, a peach and chocolate accord, a lactonic sweetness that reminds us of sweet, suntan bodies on the beach. A touch of clove peppers up a never-sickly heart, a drop of rose and white flowers brings it an extra touch of distinction. A sophisticated pleasure, both regressive and distinguished, with its crackly cardamom and languid coffee, 1969 is neither candy nor treat – it is a bit of both. And we're not going to complain about it...

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