I AM A TRASH, LES FLEURS DU CHETT 100ML (Eau de Parfum)- ÉTAT LIBRE D’ORANGE (Paris)

Floral, Fruity

Dear all, don't throw anything away because at the bottom of our trash cans the ferments of true love are redistilled. A perfume based on upcycled ingredients.

Top notes: Recycled Apple Essence, Recycled Bitter Orange, Recycled Mandarin Green
Heart notes: Recycled Rose Absolute, Recycled Iso E Super, Recycled Gariguette Strawberry
Base Notes: Recycled Atlas Cedar Wood, Recycled Sandalore, Recycled Akigalawood

THE MOST WANTED SCENT MADE FROM THE UNWANTED

I am, through my mother, son of the forgotten coast, far away in New Caledonia, where the Borindi who live at the mouth of the Ngoye have known since the twilight of the Gods the great principles of harmony with nature by taking from it no more than is necessary while preserving tomorrow. In this way, they are the future of man and thus guide our first steps in this new opus of the Free State of Orange in the shade of the niaoulis and jacarandas in flower.

At the dawn of the 2000s, (before going every evening with them to visit landfills so that they are safe) when they were still little and I was a young thirty-year-old full of conquering hope, a film of sf animation that I showed to my children and which was called “The Titan Project”, I learned its introductory litany by heart, it began like this:

"Once in a great while man unlocks a secret so profound that it can change the universe, fire, electricity, splitting the atoms, at the dawn of the 21st century we invented the titan program..."

Well, there is intertwined with Fleurs du Déchet a bit of this romantic and titanic SF poetry which comes from the slow, certain and necessary shift to reinvent through our waste the cycle of all our industries and to try to make perfume a messenger in the service not only of the survival of the species which comes from seduction but above all, supremely, in the service of the planet where from our own miasmas beauty must emerge.

We feel the new post-religious “jihads” coming from an often disillusioned and polluting West, echoing new era animisms and the violence of the repentant and n.0 democracies where nature is at the center of the new sharing and the sacred. The Alma mater of the primitive tribes – also that of the ancient – ​​has returned and demands our full allegiance by demanding its grant; and the perfume speaks or pretext for a universal message because from the dirty must emerge the beautiful and then to wash us of our stains of blue wine and vomit, dispersing rudder and grappling hook.

The flowers of waste are the coming of age of magnificent secretions, an attempt at Orange's counter-revolution for 2018, still noisy, but finally a useful thought.

Givaudan, Ogilvy & the Free State of Orange join forces for a menage a trois in the service of the Alma Mater to give him a bouquet of forgiveness and try to let everyone know, louder, faster, that It's almost too late.

Dear all, don't throw anything away because at the bottom of our trash cans the ferments of great love are redistilled; before the dump trucks there are rock flowers which can still bleed, bark which can still give, miasmas with honeyed notes on the ground and many other floating concretions which we throw into the sea and exudates with the mystical symbolisms of the primitive tribes which must now be reproduced.

“Cry my beloved planet” about the child who is not yet born, may he not love this earth too much which is passing away… Alan Paton (distorted)

So before it's burnt or too late, let's (s)pray the Lord of Waste, my dear Lord of leftovers.