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The wild and free spirit of a lost island captured in a fruity and sweet perfume with notes of icy pear, soft iris and creamy vanilla. Happy and juicy, Isla Bohemia slows its roll into a mellow base of sandalwood and musk.

Olfactory opulance conjures the Palace of Versailles in its heyday when Louis XIV and his Court would amble the Grand Orangery to delight in the flowering orange trees warmed by bonfires. This is a bright orange blossom with a warm, woody background, with notes of orange blossom absolute, pomegranate, honey and firewood smoke.

The Flower of the Rising Sun!

The blooms of osmanthus, also known as sweet olive, exude sweet, fruity, leathery notes. In its creation bearing the blossom’s name, Molinard presents a surprising twist, blending the intoxicating floral notes of jasmine and tuberose with an irresistibly velvety duet of iris powder and apricot.

A sensuously carnal creation brimming with insouciance and freedom!

A sea breeze weaves through the slumbering streets of Pompeii at dawn. Here, the Mediterranean aromas of citrus fruits and aromatic herbs blend with the wild scent of dew-kissed apples. The talcum-like fragrance of frescoed walls, suggested by powdery iris, grounds the fragrance.

The Orange Extraordinaire collection.

How many beautiful incense fragrances do we need? At least one more.

Presenting Soul of My Soul, a soft cloud of smooth sandalwood, creamy sweet rose, powdery fresh orris root and vanilla.

Inspiration:

“He breathes into my ear
until my soul
takes on His fragrance.
He is the soul of my soul –
How can I escape?
But why would any soul in this world
want to escape from the Beloved?”

Rumi

Your hand guiding me in a firm but gentle hold, we slipped into the wings of the Mariinsky theatre. While the dancers warmed up to the sound of Tchaikovsky, you lent towards me and tenderly kissed my cheek, enveloping me in a sweet, lingering aroma of incense.

A story of contrasts finding its inspiration in Carine’s Slavic roots. The story of a family, of love and transmission. Vladimir is the name of Carine’s son. The contrasting ingredients of orris, incense and amber blow hot and cold, express rigor and fluidity. The fragrance opens with the icy effect of grapefruit and natural bergamot enveloped in the aromatic notes of French sage. The heart reveals the spicy notes of natural cedar and Egyptian geranium. Then arrives the warmth of Moroccan orris, a modern leathery note and a complex ambery accord composed of sensual, woody, vanilla notes.

‘O absent presence, Stella is not here’

The fifth and final instalment of the Revenants collection draws inspiration from the Elizabethan poet Sir Philip Sidney. In his Sonnet sequence ‘Astrophel and Stella’ Sidney develops and captures the essence of a haunting… the presence of one that is always felt but never seen.

‘Now I, wit-beaten long by hardest fate,

So dull am, that I cannot look into

The ground of this fierce love and lovely hate,

Then some good body tell me how I do,

Whose presence absence, absent presence is;

Blesst in my curse, and cursed in my bliss.’

Northern Cardinal, formally Cardinal, is a big bold fragrance, loudly herbaceous with a sparkling citrus tone and a heavy backdrop of oakmoss which serves up a delicious earthy greeness. The vanilla brings warmth, the leather a dark intensity and the clary sage depth. It's like biting into something crisp and juicy while feeling the sun on your face. Cloak yourself in this warm, cheerful perfume, a spark of joy on a bleak winter day.

Perfumer: Christophe Raynaud

A moonlit leather made with velvety violet leaves and smooth cool orris, all studded with cardamom, dry cedar and spicy earthy cypriol.

In the Beso trio, Beso Negro ("kiss of the darkness") represents the sleepless nights of the busy holiday island: velvety darkness, golden lanterns, cooling sea breeze, stars, and sand.

“Hey Bitch! You smell fucking good.” In Perfume World, that’s what we call a result. Hey Bitch! raises eyebrows with its dissonance between buttery, blowsy orange blossom and tough, bitter leather. Tangy rhubarb at the top snaps its fingers in your face, before dissolving into a blur of suedey iris and milky sandalwood. The dance between bitter and sweet keeps you on your toes throughout, conjuring hints of…what? Photocopier ink? Coffee? For sure it conjures ambered black leather, Bitch!