Odeur De Sainteté

In a gentle way, you can shake the world.

And your world is sweeter, sensuous, adventurous, peaceful, uplifting, making you fly like an eagle, sailing through silky soft skies……

Odeur De Sainteté, a secret, magical selection of scents.

The idea is to give an image evoking spirituality and culinary art; an elixir of life and magic potion. The fragrance workshop is in Paris on the banks of the Seine, just where the ancient perfumers always had their workshops, between Pont des Arts and Pont Neuf. Here, with a small team of noses, eyes, ears and languages they try to catch the illusion of the sky, all to reinvent the concept of luxury perfumes, healthy, free, natural, inspired, transformed.

The DNA of Odeur De Sainteté is deeply inscribed in nature. Under guidance of a Mediterranean pharmaceutical company, the compositions are harvested on 600 acres of preserved Languedoc land. Between lavender, rose, pistachia lentiscus, rosemary, citrus and spices under rough skies, the fragrances are created day by day. Treated like fine wine, they improve with time, move with the seasons to be savoured just at the right moment. In the fields herbs and scented xerophytes, which grew on the land already in the Middle Ages, will be replanted to harvest raw materials, to be distilled and captured.

Sainte Nitouche Concealed, imbued with cumin and hibiscus with bare hands, skin against skin, perfectly disconcerting, changing.

La Menthe Religieuse Haughty, rustling herbs and green delights making you shrudder. Gentle touches of basil tickle the skin. It is the Mintus.

 La Mer Supérieur Bitter almond is more than bitter, a lover. Her sandalwood robe veils are quiet, soft rose, mysterious and smooth, at times absent.

 L'e Au Culte Comforting, just like a walk through the garden of Hesperides where everything is as it always has been. You are Hercules or a nymph with all the fruit around you being golden.

L'Enfant de Coeur He arrives breathless, without warning and we immediately understand his torment. The incense assails, the myrrh torments and we want more.

L'Homme Quantique Is built like a cedar of the Atlas. You meet, freshly, cooly, giving energy. Then its roots lull you into a floating mood, listen to them singing.

L'Etat De Grace Pale pink and quivering, young, light, sweet and complex. Its wood is translucent, its petals sweet benzoin rejuvenating in a smile. 

L'Immaculée Fell from heaven, designed round a small sugar core, freshly stuffed with jasmine, joyous, fleeting.

Sainte Nitouche Concealed, imbued with cumin and hibiscus with bare hands, skin against skin, perfectly disconcerting, changing.

La Menthe Religieuse Haughty, rustling herbs and green delights making you shrudder. Gentle touches of basil tickle the skin. It is the Mintus.

La Mer Supérieur Bitter almond is more than bitter, a lover. Her sandalwood robe veils are quiet, soft rose, mysterious and smooth, at times absent.

L'e Au Culte Comforting, just like a walk through the garden of Hesperides where everything is as it always has been. You are Hercules or a nymph with all the fruit around you being golden.

L'Enfant de Coeur He arrives breathless, without warning and we immediately understand his torment. The incense assails, the myrrh torments and we want more.

L'Homme Quantique Is built like a cedar of the Atlas. You meet, freshly, cooly, giving energy. Then its roots lull you into a floating mood, listen to them singing.

L'Etat De Grace Pale pink and quivering, young, light, sweet and complex. Its wood is translucent, its petals sweet benzoin rejuvenating in a smile.

L'Immaculée Fell from heaven, designed round a small sugar core, freshly stuffed with jasmine, joyous, fleeting.

Make your choice. It is you, your skin, your memory and your emotion that will respond. You can wear several compositions at once or use an extract to give your usual perfume a different breath. Feel free to share your experience.

Odeur De Sainteté by Chantal Sanier.