Two hundred years of history and love of perfume. Maison D’ORSAY fragrances are for her and him as was the first one, characterised by a form of duality found in that state of love that often turns us upside down. Each fragrance is named after a clue phrase signed with the initials of an undisclosed personality.
Once the fire has gone out, the smoky scent of almost-burnt wood stays in the air, bold and sensual, with a touch of cherry blossom to add some light. We talk for hours, keep each other up all night: I ask nothing of you as long as the fire burns…
03:50 What does 3.50am feel like, what time of day is it? Masculine? Feminine? We’ve moved on from that. Maybe somewhere in between, a subtle blend of both. Soft like dry wood, like orris butter, with a hint of turpentine?! 3.50am engenders, without endangering, a gentle un-gendering.
13:30 Bid goodbye to your bicycle, the city life, the comforts of domesticity and say hello to long rides on the back of thoroughbreds. Breathe in the heady scents of green hay, moist wood, freshly-cut grass, leather and black suede. In the heart of the forest lies your true home,…
When saffron, leather, tuberose and hints of orange combine, you suddenly find yourself ablaze in the Mediterranean heat, standing atop a cliff top overlooking the sea. The atmosphere is electric. You only have two options: Leave without a word, or embrace your lover with passion. This fragrance will force you…
Touches of cumin, chypre, musk…beware. Caught in the thrill of wild fantasy. They disperse, only to leave the chosen ones under the sheets. At 9.30 pm, bodies come together: one, two, three, maybe even more if sparks fly. Even so, some fantasies are better fulfilled on the sly.
It’s 11.15 pm, you can’t wait to kiss, caress and embrace your lover. Resist, hover, make time to discover. Dare to take a surrealist nosedive into a world made for sapiosexual soulmates, replete with heliotrope, muffled amber, forests of birch, almond and vanilla. Give it a try and you might…
Since the beginning of time, two bodies that revolve around each other have always collided. The laws of natural attraction take on the playful notes of cedar wood, sandalwood and fresh fig leaf. I smell your perfume and the clock seems to stop as time turns. This is the point…
You’re not ready, and that’s precisely the point, for Acte d’amour furtif is an act of impulse. Cumin, iris and woody notes awaken your instinct in this heady, fragrant spray. Something that goes beyond all your reason, inhibitions, and concerns about what people might say. But here you are, after…
Les ombres fantastiques is a fragrance that brings the hidden shadows of our identities to light. The thing is, when vetiver and iris combine, the very foundations of our personalities are undermined. If the ultra-masculine and the ultra-feminine blend into one, who do I then become? Would I attract my…
The first flush of young love is all citrus, tart and bergamot. Then the days and weeks pass. The romance extends. Leather and orange blossom take over as you hope it never ends. And even if it does, “Songe à la douceur” will come to your rescue right from the…
In its tiny, sweet voice, “Vouloir être ailleurs” transports us back to heady, carefree times. Linden flower, honey and freshly-cut hay take us back to when we were 15. Almost adults yet cradled by the perfumes of our childhood. Little did we know then, that in just a few days,…
“J’ai l’air de ce que je suis” reveals itself only to those who are worthy. J.R. invites a tête-à-tête, up-close and in person. Simple, fresh, discreet. Citrusy, delicate, woody J.R. is never ready to seduce at all cost. J.R. is never ready to entertain at all cost. It has a…
I strike at your heart, but it hits you moments later. Too fast, too fly, I’m a smooth operator. “Je suis le plus grand”, the punch with an aftershock of iris and violet. White lights, vapour lamps, the final bout, the count to ten, the olfactory knock-out. You were raring…
This perfume lies to us and we forgive it, because it elicits our pleasure by saving us from boredom. We expect bergamot, but it appears as blue ginger, then promises it has always been nothing but amber. We spray it on and, lo and behold, we are under its spell.…
Take “Quelque chose dans l’air”, with its lively notes of magnolia which spell sincerity, softness and the magic of golden hour. It draws us irresistibly to the wearer and we let down our guard, for when has an iron fist ever been sheathed in a velvet glove? Unless?
“Il n’y a pas de bien ni de mal”: The danger of incense, the mystique of resin and a few notes of vanilla to remind us that it is always possible to return from the dark side. Side effects: exultation, exhibitionism, charisma, a feeling of omnipotence, of world domination. If…
