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August 1508, Lopud Island, Adriatic Sea

A sunny island in the Adriatic, a small harbour with stone houses and fig trees. Across the verdant Mediterranean hills sprawls an aromatic landscape of cypress stands, pine, rosemary, thyme — and olive groves with their subtle, nutty scent.

A fresh formula which smells like sea spray on pebbles and some driftwood drying in the sun.

Bon Parfumeur open olfactive dimensions and invite you to add your own story. Try 801 if you like the marine theme, dry woody nuances and a touch of sunny citrus. 

Perfumer for 801: Karine Dubreuil-Sereni. 

A crisp, citrus fragrance, the breeze brushing gently over the grass, flowers and shrubs of the Mediterranean, and golden reflections of the sun’s rays on the shimmering sea.
A fresh, lively, green scent with notes of Bergamot and Mandarin, and light flowery undertones of Jasmine and Narcissus.

Perfume: Sidonie Lancesseur

A body mist with refreshing essential oils of mandarin, rosemary and petitgrain. Marie Jeanne created a fairly novel format of a very gentle, pleasant mist which lends a boost of citrus freshness to sooth and delight the senses and mind.

Macabre fantasy of decadent shadows and drama, unfolding from a fresh salty breeze to the deep dark underwater with blurry black tones, exuberant flora and a binding touch of wood.

Lids for Dead Air are made by hand from imperfectly beautiful charcoal encapsulated in epoxy resin resulting in unique shapes and shades, each is one of a kind — a true masterpiece.

Master perfumer
Mark Buxton

L'espérance est violente.

Mirabeau, what a pretty word, peculiarly Parisian, suspended above the Seine. It composes a memory, joins another bank, and returns by following its trail of sandalwood, pink bay and cedar. In the heart of the City of Light, on the way to the twilight of the day, there is a bridge, a poem and a perfume.

A discreet and symbolic bridge, of the master-builder spirit which transcends borders, becoming better by coming together. Those solid foundations of cedar, sandalwood and orcanox span love and musk.

A poem as slow as it is violent, expressing the brutal and desirable hope of the one who would like to believe, of the one who wants to love. Vanilla, I write your name on the water, with muffled traces of incense and violet green.

A perfume to save us, fish us silently out of the water, bringing us above the Seine, our spirits on the water of our essences, bergamot and pink berry mingled with fig in a glass bottle, fiercely reuniting bodies in unison with souls, coming back to her by following her wake.

With a cap inspired by the candy floss pink of salt flats in the Carmargue and Puerto Rico, Beso de Sal summons mineral crispness with a go-with-the-flow blend of citrus and woods. Marine notes are the connective tissue between lemon, tangerine and savory/minty shiso leaf. Sage heightens the aromatics, while peppery cedarwood calls to mind sun-bleached driftwood.

Perfumer: Alberto Morillas

Late summer on a wild beach: blackberry bushes in the coastal dune grass, iodine on the lips, fingertips stained purple. The vertigo of standing on an ocean clifftop, the invigorating north wind. The fragrance unfolds: salted rock, caressed by tangy blackberry and swept by sea spray. Pebbles warmed by the sun, a sap of mineral roses. Deep breaths.

A marine poem composed wave after wave…

Entre ciel et Mer (“Between sky and sea”) tells a story of Etesian winds, azure skies and flying over seascapes at top speed…

Icy, soaring and powerful, the first whiff feels as though it had been sculpted out of the Meltem – the north wind that blows over the Aegean Sea, with notes of crumpled, water-splashed leaves and the fruity-aromatic nuances of a lavender, pear and white thyme accord.

The scent’s convincing seawater effect is achieved through a molecular distillation of algae from the Pacific, with iodic and animalic notes of white lichen and ambergris.

The dry, almost mineral facets are balanced out with cedar, moss and sandalwood from New Caledonia.

A strikingly good interpretation of the marine theme.

Grigia is named for the grey amber — ambergris* — expelled from the sperm whale and used to impart a marine, almost-fecal physicality to perfume. This Grigia suggests a different kind of sperm — human ejaculate — with its bleachy niff and suggestion of release. Combined with an underlay of burnt hair and plastic, Grigia is a voodoo doll of a fragrance that puts a curse on your enemies while protecting you from harm.

* this perfume contains natural ambergris from Irish coastline