Hushed and Romantic
Olfactive Family: Floral Woody Fruity

• Top Notes: Black Plum, Coconut Milk & Madagascan Pink Pepper
• Mid Notes: Turkish Rose, Peony & Brown Sugar
• Base Notes: Vanilla Absolute, Sandalwood, Tonka Bean & Guaiacwood

For many, the phrase "lovers lane" elicits a smirk. It calls to mind fogged windows, poor judgment, and embarrassing memories best left behind in high school.
Perhaps the most storied of these places is Mulholland Drive. The twenty-one-mile road along California's Santa Monica Mountains was created by developers with plans to sell the surrounding land. They built the turnouts along the road so buyers could stop and take in what their money could reach: Los Angeles on one side, the San Fernando Valley on the other. The plan worked, and the lots all sold. But in the hundred years that followed, people continued to pull off at those overlooks for the view, or perhaps just to spend some quiet time together.
While far less grand, nearly every town in this country had its own version of such a place: a bluff above the river, a gravel pull-off at the end of a county road, or even the edge of a parking lot where the lights of the city twinkled in the distance.

Many of us dismiss these places as silly at best, the product of restlessness, bad judgment, and a lack of supervision. We disagree.

These were the places where people fell in love for the first time. Places of long, circling conversations, where two people said out loud what they had never said to anyone else, and where the whole of their attention narrowed to each other, and to an hour neither of them would have traded for anything.

Of course, the love affairs that blossomed at those overlooks rarely lasted. Neither do roses, and we love them just the same. Permanence was never the point. Those precious hours were for feeling something enormous without irony, without a strategy, and without the instinct for self-protection that develops soon enough. To feel that much, and to survive the heartache that follows, is one of the finer things a person gets to do in a life.

Lovers Lane is our love song to that hour, and it does not hedge. Like new love itself, it is big, unguarded, and unapologetically romantic

Ceresin, Paraffinum, Liquidum, Caprylic/Capric Triglyceride, SD Alcohol 40-B, Cetyl Alochol, Petrolatum, Fragrance

About the Perfumer

Honorine Blanc

Master Perfumer Honorine Blanc combines an undeniable personal strength with the sensibility of a true artistic spirit. She does not smell her fragrances, she feels them. Born in Beirut, she spent her earliest years there; her character was molded by its dynamic, refined culture. She went on to study in Paris where she first entered the world of perfumery. An offer to be taken under the wing of Master Perfumer Sophia Grojsman brought Honorine to New-York and she never left.

Honorine loves to take time alone to collect her thoughts and take in the world around her. She escapes through books – she is a voracious reader. “Women who read are dangerous!” she says with a mischievous smile. In fact, her book choices are eclectic and intriguing and help explain just who she is: among her favorite authors are Stefan Zweig and Khalil Gibran. She escapes through her pastime of sailing: on the open seas she feels utterly free. And she escapes through art: Honorine loves to travel and visit the world’s greatest museums, finding that “ Art is emotional - vibrating with energy and modern beauty. ” She is particularly moved by the enigmatic work of Gerhard Richter and by female nudes whose bodies and curves touch her with their imperfections.