One day, as a child, Frédéric Malle found himself standing in the entrance of a Parisian apartment before a great sandalwood statue of Buddha. A majestic scent for an exotic travel all the way to India and back.
An extravagant bouquet of lily flowers, which the high society has appropriated the royal ancestry for the majestic silhouette and salty, spicy scent. A Parisian treasure locked behind the city’s tightest doors.
Frédéric Malle’s time as an altar boy, which was, unsurprisingly, short-lived, left him with the poignant memory of church incense. A masterful rendition of the atmosphere of evening mass in a Parisian church.