Socially incorrect fragrances based on man-made places and materials of daily life. Ground breaking anti-perfumes pushing beyond the realm of traditional fragrances.
Grilled cigarettes teamed with town gas and bergamot.
Perfumer: Nathalie Feisthauer
Salty dunes, zesty spume,
fiery bougainvillea. Sparkly spindrift.
Pirouetting pink birds,
imperial wind-blown centifolia.
Swirly sand, silky seaweed meadows.
Undersea woods, crystalline moods.
Created by Stéphanie Bakouche
Floral levitation, crumpled mint,
iced saffron. Suspended time.
Mellow white paradise: a neroli descant,
whispering, iridescent jasmine.
A wall of fresh moss, fluttering corollas,
a feathery sheen.
Created by Bertrand Duchaufour
Forest races, crispy wild berries,
tangy brambles, summery times.
First one home. Cheeky games,
smoky tea, spicy bark.
Silvery reeds, lively embers,
fruity seeds. A crimson moon.
Created by Dorothée Piot
37 degrees in the shade. Citrus fever,
cut kalamansi, spicy bergamot.
Framework: squeaky teak.
Urban jungle, fabric farrago.
Bat-ti-kan-ga! Rythmic mélange.
Roasted hazelnuts. Squeezed, struck, sliced:
bodies alight.
Created by Bertrand Duchaufour
Glowing spice-clouds, acid ashes,
tremors: burning adrenaline.
Ascent, 3700 metres. Beyond-black slopes: parched ylang,
scorched sandalwood and cedar.
Cascading coffee, crackling cardamom,
roasting ginger. Roaring softness.
Created by Richard Ibanez
Will-o-the-wisp, crunching snow,
cosy shelter. Phosphorescent absinth
and underwood lemons: palpitations.
Sweet resin, polar fern, milky lavender.
Mild geyser, immaculate fur.
A hypnotic and verdant whisper.
Created by Nathalie Feisthauer
Crystalline. Cool. Escapist.
The remote holiday of Tom Ford Soleil traverses from Courchevel to Megeve, inspiring Soleil Neige. The new Private Blend, alive with radiance and light-reflective ethereality, mimics the serene shimmer of sun on snow.
The bright opening of Bergamot and Carrot Seed mirrors the winter light, the cool reflection of the sun transforming everything in sight to a blanket of glacial white.
The floral heart looks to the iridescent sky, blooming with pale petal shades of ivory and rose. The fresh green petals of Jasmine Grandiflorum, addictive Orange flower and the transparent white floralcy of Karmaflor Captive blends white blooms with the rich warmth of Turkish Rose.
The drydown melts onto skin with the wood and honey undertones of Cistus Labdanum and skin-gripping musk as the resinous dimension of Benzoin and creamy Vanilla finish with sun-kissed warmth.
Intense and subtle at once – Kalan surprises with a sparkling opening, blending black pepper and spices with fresh notes of blood orange. The fragrance is embodied through a heart of orange blossom and lavender, while it evolves as facets of white sandalwood unfold and drape into notes of moss and precious wood.
Luscious. Tempting. Insatiable.
Tom Ford Lost Cherry is a full-bodied journey into the once-forbidden; a contrasting scent that reveals a tempting dichotomy of playful, candy-like gleam on the outside and luscious flesh on the inside.
Innocence intersects indulgence with an opening that captures the classic perfection of the exotic cherry fruit, Black Cherry's ripe flesh dripping in cherry liqueur glistens with a teasing touch of Bitter Almond.
The heart bursts forth in cherry waves of sweet and tart. Griotte Syrup expresses the textured maceration of voluptuous fruits while breathtaking florals Turkish Rose and Jasmine Sambac penetrate the senses and soul.
Peru Balsam and Roasted Tonka at the drydown suggest a new portrait of an iconic symbol. When blended with an unexpected melange of sandalwood, vetiver and cedar, the finish reaches fantasy-inspiring levels of insatiability.
EXPLICIT. EXCLUSIVE. FABULOUS.
A DECADENT ORIENTAL LEATHER WITH AN INTOXICATING GRIP CAPTURES A RARIFIED AIR. EVOKING THE PRIVATE EXCHANGES AND INSIDER MOMENTS WHERE FANTASIES COME TRUE, THE SCENT CAN ONLY BE DESCRIBED IN ONE WAY.