Discover the Serge Lutens fragrance that’s made for you

Evoking a fragment of amber resin picked up by Serge Lutens in Marrakech, which lay forgotten for years inside a thuja wood box.

Where this hot dry Eastern wind delivers up its final reward - sap, resin and elixir – to be orchestrated into a redolent, candied fragrance by the alchemist, Serge Lutens.

A confection of cedar wood with warm and honeyed scents: the olfactory revolution of the 1990s!

White flowers falling from the bigaradiers, they are the shock to the senses of Serge Lutens’ first encounter with the amazing aromas in Morocco. Unquestionably the scent of happiness!

A city, a history, an experience… nothing less is required to evoke a woman whose beauty renders her as notorious as her thorny character.

The spirit of Parisian haute couture, under a translucent cellophane veil, in a night suffused with the cooling fragrance of mandarin and osmanthus.

The mystique of frankincense; in L’orpheline, the many shades of grey symbolise her break with the past.

Serge Lutens leads us in the footsteps of the most heavenly nectar, vanilla. A delicious, wood-scented journey to the heart of a forgotten civilization.

Sandalwood with a capital S. When Lutens was young, he always marked the importance of particular things, periods and places which fascinated him by writing them with a capital letter.

Obviously!

In the twinkling of an eye Hot colors Hot couture Be careful with her, she's a tough one!

Quick, quick, the world is ending! Our very existence needs urgent tending. Amid the roar of the cannons, the champagne flows. Corks in the air, could they be aflame? Beneath the smokescreen, life is a decadent game.

The image that comes to mind is the breathtaking eye of the cyclone. Unlike those caught in the turbulent waltz of this boa constrictor, Le perce-vent will not be gone with the wind!

Evoking a fragment of amber resin picked up by Serge Lutens in Marrakech, which lay forgotten for years inside a thuja wood box.

Where this hot dry Eastern wind delivers up its final reward - sap, resin and elixir – to be orchestrated into a redolent, candied fragrance by the alchemist, Serge Lutens.

A confection of cedar wood with warm and honeyed scents: the olfactory revolution of the 1990s!

White flowers falling from the bigaradiers, they are the shock to the senses of Serge Lutens’ first encounter with the amazing aromas in Morocco. Unquestionably the scent of happiness!

A city, a history, an experience… nothing less is required to evoke a woman whose beauty renders her as notorious as her thorny character.

The spirit of Parisian haute couture, under a translucent cellophane veil, in a night suffused with the cooling fragrance of mandarin and osmanthus.

The mystique of frankincense; in L’orpheline, the many shades of grey symbolise her break with the past.

Serge Lutens leads us in the footsteps of the most heavenly nectar, vanilla. A delicious, wood-scented journey to the heart of a forgotten civilization.

Sandalwood with a capital S. When Lutens was young, he always marked the importance of particular things, periods and places which fascinated him by writing them with a capital letter.

Obviously!

In the twinkling of an eye Hot colors Hot couture Be careful with her, she's a tough one!

Quick, quick, the world is ending! Our very existence needs urgent tending. Amid the roar of the cannons, the champagne flows. Corks in the air, could they be aflame? Beneath the smokescreen, life is a decadent game.

The image that comes to mind is the breathtaking eye of the cyclone. Unlike those caught in the turbulent waltz of this boa constrictor, Le perce-vent will not be gone with the wind!

Evoking a fragment of amber resin picked up by Serge Lutens in Marrakech, which lay forgotten for years inside a thuja wood box.

Where this hot dry Eastern wind delivers up its final reward - sap, resin and elixir – to be orchestrated into a redolent, candied fragrance by the alchemist, Serge Lutens.

A confection of cedar wood with warm and honeyed scents: the olfactory revolution of the 1990s!

White flowers falling from the bigaradiers, they are the shock to the senses of Serge Lutens’ first encounter with the amazing aromas in Morocco. Unquestionably the scent of happiness!

A city, a history, an experience… nothing less is required to evoke a woman whose beauty renders her as notorious as her thorny character.

The spirit of Parisian haute couture, under a translucent cellophane veil, in a night suffused with the cooling fragrance of mandarin and osmanthus.

The mystique of frankincense; in L’orpheline, the many shades of grey symbolise her break with the past.

Serge Lutens leads us in the footsteps of the most heavenly nectar, vanilla. A delicious, wood-scented journey to the heart of a forgotten civilization.

Sandalwood with a capital S. When Lutens was young, he always marked the importance of particular things, periods and places which fascinated him by writing them with a capital letter.

Obviously!

In the twinkling of an eye Hot colors Hot couture Be careful with her, she's a tough one!

Quick, quick, the world is ending! Our very existence needs urgent tending. Amid the roar of the cannons, the champagne flows. Corks in the air, could they be aflame? Beneath the smokescreen, life is a decadent game.

The image that comes to mind is the breathtaking eye of the cyclone. Unlike those caught in the turbulent waltz of this boa constrictor, Le perce-vent will not be gone with the wind!