Extrait de Parfum · No. VII
A perfume poured from firelight — molten amber, oxblood saffron, and a low smoulder of oud that lingers like the memory of a warm room.
The Composition
Every extrait unfolds in time. The top is the first breath; the heart is what it becomes on skin; the base is what remains hours later, faint and certain.
It opens bright and cold-pressed: bergamot rind lifted with a rasp of pink peppercorn. A minute of sunlight before the fire catches. Sharp, citric, faintly bitter — the note that makes the amber underneath feel deliberate.
The centre of the perfume, and its colour. Saffron — leathery, dried, almost bloody — is wound through a dark Turkish rose. This is where Ambre Rouge earns its name: warm, resinous, unmistakably red.
What is left at midnight. Laotian oud smoke over a bed of amber resin and labdanum, sweetened by a thread of vanilla. It sits close to the skin and refuses to leave — the note people follow you for.
Perfumer's note
We stopped chasing the top note. A great perfume is the warmth it leaves behind.— Élise Vaugelas, Nose · Ambre Rouge
The Object
The flacon is cut from a single pour of amber-tinted glass, thick at the base so it sits like a paperweight. The cap is turned from solid brass and left unlacquered — it will patina in your hand over the years, the way good brass should.
The House
Ambre Rouge is the seventh composition from a small house that works only in ambers, resins and smoke — the fragrances of firelight and skin. We release one perfume a year, distil in Grasse, and refuse to make anything that smells like the season.
Everything is aged for six months before it is bottled. Nothing is reformulated to hit a price.
Acquire
€245 · 50 ml
Numbered edition. Each flacon carries the batch and the date it left the atelier, hand-inked on the base.
A 2 ml sample is sent before every full purchase. No charge.