№ 11 - Carillon pour un Ange

Carillon pour un Ange is a fragrance that refuses to whisper—it arrives as a full-throated floral declaration, yet with a whisper of leather threading through its pale silk. Tauer has constructed something deceptively complex here: the lilac and lily of the valley don't play the innocent maidens you might expect. Instead, they're caught in an odd matrimony with ylang ylang's creamy, almost soapy voluptuousness and rose that leans sharper than honeyed. This is where the leather emerges as crucial intermediary—a supple, slightly animalic presence that prevents the composition from becoming a sweetened bridal bouquet. It grounds the florals, gives them dimension, whispers that this is not a naïve fragrance.

The structure speaks to someone unafraid of contradiction: a wearer comfortable inhabiting softness without surrendering edge. This is the scent of linen worn against skin, of pressed flowers kept in old letters, of botanical gardens observed at dusk when the light has turned amber. It's gentle without cloying, floral without suffocation. The green accord (88%) keeps everything aerated, preventing the florals from curdling into jammy excess, whilst the woody base—ambergris and moss—provides architectural support rather than heavy earth. Wear this on days when your mood is contemplative but not withdrawn, when you want to smell like someone who reads poetry but doesn't talk about it.