He leaves at first light to walk the forests of the Sologne. This is a land of sorcerers and spells, where he was born. Thomas Fontaine, like Imhotep of Egypt, is an architect of the scents. He assembles his works slowly, much in the same way as his ancestors, the stonecutters of the Berry, built cathedrals in the Middle Ages. With great care and attention paid to finding the right balances and harmonies, he infuses his potions with light and color. Far from pointless flourishes, he dreams up compositions like the ancient masters, creations to last an eternity.
A modern Calypso scours the Maures and Esterel Mountains to gather the plants for use in her concoctions. Crowned with myrtle and rose like Erato, the muse of lyric poetry, Delphine listens to the sounds of her sun-drenched land. But her Ulysses has never left – he watches over her workshop in the enchanted garden where she blends rare spices and precious balms. Dreamy, she often sits and contemplates the landscape from the bluffs above Grasse that looks down over the River Siagne. And as they grow louder when the sun sets over the scrubland, she greedily inhales the scent of wild thyme, lavender, cistus and juniper.
Born of the sun and the sea, sometimes she disappears to an island at the end of the world. When she was a child,
Olivia Giacobetti’s photographer father would take her on trips around the world. She would hunt for pieces of ambergris thrown onto the beach by the waves, and often ended up gathering driftwood. Raised in a Corsican village, she is, like Circe, insular by nature: the quest for solitary retreats help her reestablish her inner harmony. Then she returns to the rest of her kind, with the spark of a new horizon and the mystery of a new charm in her amber gaze; and, scrawled on a scrap of paper, the recipe for a new elixir.
Hephaestus, the Greek god of blacksmiths and volcanoes, had a limp.
Serge Mansau had suffered the same ailment for the past half-century since a bad parachute landing. This is the time when he started creating perfumes bottles for famous brands. But soon, he will be walking tall once again, thanks to modern surgery. Born in 1930, he draws inspiration from fantasy universes he creates, using blends of raw materials – wood, stone, and plants, where shattered crystals bring the strange light of cosmic gems. And the large primitive sculptures he assembles are like motionless witnesses of his pilgrimage through time and space.