A universal fragrance. For the spice I stay.

The materials chosen are universal, intense and rare.

There is the prospect of a wake before eternity between the oud and the spices that serve the rose. With this flower everything begins and ends, like rebirth and poetry. "Mignonne allons voir si la rose," wrote the poet Pierre de Ronsard in 1545.

To save us for the rose. No more no less.

From the Marquis de Sade to Vaslav Nijinsky, passing through the poet Rumi and Tilda Swinton, passing through the Sécrétions Magnifiques. The Fat Electrician, Victor Hugo, Tom of Finland and Putain des Palaces, all other notable people; Our perfumes are messengers of light fighting darkness and ignorance.

They have evolved from the cult of merchants to what is most beautiful: the exchange between the brothers and sisters of humanity.

These are merchants. And to remember their open paths of spices and silk, in contrast to the obscurantism that so often condemns us, we praise the merchants by dedicating this new fragrance to them. The spice becomes cosmic, mystical, enchanting and carries the echo of your name to the brightness of the stars. A universal fragrance.