Mallow is the story of a candy-flower that explodes in the infinite sweetness of violet powder. A temperamental, mel- lifluous fragrance. A singular contradiction. The real illusion of a harmonic vision in contradiction. An incessant olfactory morsel for our ears, eyes, mouths and fingers. Mallow cannot be smelled. You listen to it, you see it, you drink it and you touch it. Like so many ultra-ephemeral pep- percorns, this fragrance is dangerously inspired by your most sensual shadows. Updated by heliotrope and the most secretive of orange blossoms, violets will encircle your neck and wrists all the way to absolutes. The score is written. Over to you.
