Top Notes: Italian Bergamot HE, Balanced Pink Pepper Pure JE™, Elemi HE, Fig Accord
Heart notes: Incense Super-essence, Water Accord, Ozonic Accord, Violet
Base Notes: Upcycled Virginia Cedarwood, HE Sandalwood, Upcycled Orcanox™
Musk
Mirabeau, what a beautiful word, peculiarly Parisian, suspended over the Seine. It creates a memory, connects to the other bank and returns 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, in the spirit of the master builder who transcends boundaries, becoming better through connection. These solid foundations of cedar, sandalwood and orcanox extend to love and musk.
A poem as slow as it is violent, expressing the brutal and desired hope of one who would believe, of one who would love. Vanilla, I write your name in water, with muted traces of incense and violet green.
The perfume that will save us, will fish us out of the water without making a sound, will carry us to the Seine, our spirits on the water of our essences, bergamot and pink berries mixed with fig in a glass bottle, boldly connecting bodies in harmony with souls, returning by following its awakening. There are bridges on which we dance, on which we sing, on which we fight. They have their names recorded in history, others offer their architectural perfection to the admiration of generations. All are famous. There is also one that needed neither dances, nor battles, nor works of genius to impose itself on our memory: the Mirabeau Bridge. For this, barely twenty lines were enough. It must be said that they were written by a poet whose poem is about love, unhappy love. When Apollinaire composed it, Marie, whom he loved, left him. But we can only guess at their story, which he does not tell, and is it not the story of so many lovers? Love fled, like water and like days.
The perfume that will bear the name of the Mirabeau Bridge must give its strength because it is based
the current of the Seine and time, are an unshakable witness, emphasizing the final
resumption of the first verse; but the delicacy of the scent, mixed with this base, conveys melancholy
lost loves, while striking a sharp note appropriate to the testimony
"violent hope."
This combination of strength and gentleness embodies the bridge in him, which is a symbol of joined hands.
Guillaume Apollinaire and Mary. But as in the case of the poet himself, it is to
we are referred to the eternal story of lovers. Not to those of legends that immortalize death,
and whose passion transcends time, but to those loves, too human, which are considered
eternal, and which one day are lost, as inexorably as a flowing river.
Guillaume and Marie were certainly in love, but "a poet is a winged creature" -
Plato said – flies away and is attracted by the captivating scents of many flowers. But
a young woman who is imagined as weak and defenseless is in reality a passionate
a being whose intense feelings refuse to be shared and exclude forgiveness.
It is she who will break the bond. Neither the poet's pleas nor his oaths will change anything here.
Thus, he becomes forever the one who was rejected by the women he passionately loved. This is
despair, which the Chanson du Mal-Aimé and the Mirabeau Bridge aroused, grew. To them will be
he could one day say in a reassuring farewell:
I picked this branch of heather
The memory will be the cut autumn
The decrees of fate will separate us
The scent of the past, a twig of heather
Remember that I am waiting for you
