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Music, perfume & synaesthesia...

Many of you will no doubt have noticed that the olfactory lexicon borrows a lot from that of music - we speak readily of accords, of notes, of mute flowers, and often we expand on the range of colo...

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 w...

Chocolate and Marie-Antoinette

"At seven o'clock, Sanson comes in. (...) The Queen lunches of a cup of chocolate brought in from the neighbouring café and one of those sweet rolls called mignonnettes. (...) then the Queen of Fra...

Gourmand-croquant

What do the Gulf and Balkans wars, hot chocolate, Thierry Mugler, candyfloss and a “little black dress” have in common? They are all symbols, more or less obvious, of an olfactory family, the young...

Queen of flowers & flower of Queens...

Thinking of perfumery and femininity inevitably leads to looking at the history of the Rose. This flower, the most emblematic of all, almost the queen of all plants, still captures our imagination....

The woman who invented perfumes.

Perfumery owes a lot to women. Whether it is the discreet diligence of Marie-Thérèse de Laire who formulated mythical bases of perfumery with the molecules developed by her husband at the beginning...

Winter fragrances

"Winter, tonight, smells of spring". This verse taken from Charles Guérin’s poetry would seem banal to anyone not used to caring for seasonal smells, yet for those who are, it is loudly eloquent.

A brief history of the Almond tree...

To trace the origins of the Almond would almost be to trace back those of mankind itself for it is indeed one of the first fruits that humans domesticated. It is also the first note to have been sy...

1969: Histoires de Parfums X Baby Yors

As a child, Baby's flamboyance and love for theatrics made him distinct, but he also felt his artistry was stifled with a non-negotiable expectation of masculinity. "I was born in the mountains of...

A story of...Chypre.

Autumn rises and with it the multitude of its characteristic odours. The air, ripe with a smell of moss and damp earth, of fallen leaves, of ripe mushrooms and dried colchicum invites us to appreci...