The curtain rises on a stage at the corner of 69 rue des Archives, in the Marais, Paris. The pale moon can be seen lowering over the towers of Notre Dame in the distance. A man and a woman are in a perfumery, surrounded by bottles. She is desirable, and she has conquered. He is loyal to a fallen leader and has been condemned to the ultimate fate. The fluttering of her eyelashes, a touch condescending, declares she is the one whose hour of glory has arrived, as she holds a scent testing blotter in hand.

-Etienne, you're rambling, you have finally lost your mind. Entropy has nothing to do with perfume.

-Yes Lola, you heard correctly. This is a perfume which dreams about entropy; a gradual decline into glorious disorder. Don’t you think entropy is nice?

-You say that as if perched before the guillotine.

-There's nothing for you to understand, Lola. This is about making a perfume like a Loire castle, like the whisper of a kiss in a moment of glory, like the humble return to whatever follows. A perfume for forgetting the old ways.

-Welcome to the new world, you mean?

-Yes Lola, provided it's modern and eternally chypre like this perfume.

Notes: timur JE™, soap foam accord (aldehydes & musk), pink pepper JE™, Jasmine e-pure JE™, rose superessence, lily-of-the-valley accord, patchouli, moss absolute, sandalwood accord, Orcanox™