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Eight fragrances. One living form.
Nothing on earth gives the way a tree gives. The air we breathe. The shade we rest in. Blossom, fruit, wood, warmth. It asks for nothing and offers everything. That is as close to a definition of grace as nature has ever written.
L'Arbre de Vie tells one tree in eight chapters, and the Discovery Set lets you travel its full height. The four white coffrets are its crown: light, rain, blossom, love. The four black are its depths: warmth, wisdom, power, time. Begin at the crown and descend, or begin at the roots and rise. Each chapter is a 2.5 ml eau de parfum, meant to be experienced in order, the way a tree grows.
Eight 2.5 ml sprays, shipped free. The risk free way to find the one you will wear before you choose a full bottle.
The journey
I. Hayal · The Crown
II. Paradis de Bleu · The Leaves
III. Néroli de Nuit · The Blossom
IV. Rosée Blanche · The Climbing Rose
V. Chérie Oud · The Trunk
VI. Impériale Oud · The First Root
VII. Sultanat Oud · The Deep Roots
VIII. Royale Oud · The Taproot
Chapter I of L'Arbre de Vie · The Crown
Citrus · Ethereal · Musk
Every tree begins as something invisible: an intention. Hayal, meaning dream in Turkish, was the first fragrance of this house, and it sits at the highest point of the tree, where the branches thin into open sky. A bright burst of lemon and blood orange lifts into black tea, neroli, and jasmine, then settles over a soft resinous haze of frankincense, labdanum, and cistus, held close by guaiacwood and musk. It fills a room the way a dream fills sleep: weightless, radiant, impossible to ignore. People will ask what you are wearing. The hallway you walked through will have already told them. This is the crown, the part of the tree that reaches.
Chapter VI of L'Arbre de Vie · The First Root
Rose · Velvet · Oud
Before the rose was white, it was red. Impériale Oud is that rose at its origin, low in the tree, full, unhurried, and entirely of the earth. Turkish rose opens over velvet orris and violet, while beneath it runs genuine Oud Assafi, among the most prized ouds in the world, drawing a deep resinous shadow under the flower so the rose reads rich rather than pretty. Patchouli carries it far into the evening. This is where a self takes root: grounded, wise, quietly commanding. The rose the climbing rose remembers.
Featuring wild harvested Oud Assafi from Sylhet, Bangladesh, the birthplace of oud.
Chapter II of L'Arbre de Vie · The Leaves
Citrus · Ocean · Driftwood
Rain, somewhere on the Italian coast. It falls on green leaves, on warm rock, on the sea itself, and for one suspended moment the air is made new. Paradis de Bleu is that moment, kept. Calabrian bergamot and clean salt air break over a cool, transparent heart of lily of the valley, jasmine, and wet oakmoss, while driftwood and vetiver give it the quiet gravity of stone after rain. These are the leaves of the tree, every green rinsed greener. A tree cannot live without water. In summer, neither should you. Light. Airy. Quietly euphoric. Paradise, in blue.
Chapter IV of L'Arbre de Vie · The Climbing Rose
White Rose · Vanilla · Amberwood
Some fragrances you wear. This one you crave. Rosée Blanche is a white Turkish rose near the top of the tree, a flower that began far below, red and heavy in the dark, and climbed through warmth and wood until it opened here: pale, luminous, untouched by the earth it came from. Turkish rose folded into Madagascar vanilla cream and amberwood, still cool as morning dew, soft enough to lean into and impossible to smell only once. One more breath. Always one more breath. This is the part of the tree where love grows. And like love, it asks you back, again and again.
