For people could close their eyes to greatness, to horrors, to beauty, and their ears to melodies or deceiving words.
But they couldn’t escape scent. For scent was a brother of breath. Together with breath it entered human beings, who couldn’t defend themselves against it, not if they wanted to live. And scent entered into their very core, went directly to their hearts, and decided for good and all between affection and contempt, disgust and lust, love, and hate. He who ruled scent ruled the hearts of men.”
“Odors have a power of persuasion stronger than that of words, appearances, emotions, or will. The persuasive power of an odor cannot be fended off, it enters into us like breath into our lungs, it fills us up, imbues us totally. There is no remedy for it.”
Patrick Suskind – “Perfume”
In this wonderful prose there is all the strength, the stimulus, and the inspiration that allows us, every day, to pursue what is ethereal, impalpable, evanescent but powerfully distinctive.
We do not make perfumes, but inspired by nature, we replicate with fidelity, art, passion, and technology, what is invisible to the eye, intangible to the touch, and which reaches us with such sweet silence.
Just like a painter or a musician, we put our hearts into creation.
From these fragments, we colour our canvas, compose our score, and imbue the essence with form and substance.