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Some of us have known it, others have yet to experience it, but we are all waiting or looking for it. It will come. True love is an eternal beginning again

We are introducing a new fragrance to our Classic Collection . At the heart of the cocarde, we highlight a visual representation of love : the spiral of feelings that lead to the idea of love, while hiding a proper heart shape, the true love . In order to get to this design, we played with an Artificial Intelligence to create movements, based on a heart shape, repeated again and again, to reflect heartbeats and love stories . Around this heart, we played with orange and pink shades to highlight the olfactive signature and mood of this warm, cozy and powerful fragrance.

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Definition of true love



Some of us have known it, others have yet to experience it, but we are all waiting or looking for it. It will come.

"I often have this strange, penetrating dream,” we whisper in the warm, enveloping caramel arms of benzoin and the sweet, ripe fruitiness of davana.

There is a vague but strong hope, nurtured alone on a blanket of yesteryear, when the hope, the dream, becomes reality, when the meeting takes place, at last, and everything makes sense.

This is a home, a haven, a shelter.

Words fail us, but our souls speak to each other in complete transparency.

Our ancient hearts find their way back together.

I already know you, we say.

From our first morning of buttered bread and orange blossom, savored in the laurels of yesterday.

We soar, intoxicated, high on rum, infused with vanilla and cocoa. Full of that body, the feeling we want to devour.

On the pillow, we leave our signature, the bare skin effect of Orcanox, the undress of amber woods and patchouli.

We'll meet again tonight, tomorrow or in another life.

True love is an eternal beginning again.

We'll meet again tonight, tomorrow or in another life.

On the pillow, we leave our signature, the bare skin effect of Orcanox, the undress of amber woods and patchouli.

We soar, intoxicated, high on rum, infused with vanilla and cocoa. Full of that body, the feeling we want to devour.

From our first morning of buttered bread and orange blossom, savored in the laurels of yesterday.

I already know you, we say.

Our ancient hearts find their way back together.

Words fail us, but our souls speak to each other in complete transparency.

This is a home, a haven, a shelter.

There is a vague but strong hope, nurtured alone on a blanket of yesteryear, when the hope, the dream, becomes reality, when the meeting takes place, at last, and everything makes sense.

"I often have this strange, penetrating dream,” we whisper in the warm, enveloping caramel arms of benzoin and the sweet, ripe fruitiness of davana.

Some of us have known it, others have yet to experience it, but we are all waiting or looking for it. It will come.

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