Olfactive Pyramid

Head Notes (modern and molecular): Clean note, Aquatic note (foam), Ozonic Anisic note
Heart Notes: Modern Rose*, Rose absolute, Pineapple
Base Notes: Cashmere wood**, Moroccan Cedarwood, Virginian Cedarwood, Haitian Vetiver, White Musk

* the rose accord is a composition of different natural and synthetic notes of rose elaborated by Anne Sophie Baheghel for Albatros

**all the woods are naturals, except cashmere wood (Cashmeran molecule)

The Concept

When you talk about Poetry, you must include the Poets.
The Poet is the one, who does. The individual to become Poet. The symbol of all humanity.
The poet is a person using the human wings literally speaking. The wings open our sensitivity. Unfortunately, we often forget both our wings and our sensitivity.
Remember that it is the sensitivity that makes us fly high, but also the wings that can make us stumble, so we will be laughed at.
No one has ever described such ambivalence better than Charles Baudelaire in his poem Albatros. We are all Albatros. We can soar majestically in the air of life and awkwardly stumble upon our own wings. We arouse admiration but also derision. Because some people have forgotten their Albatros.

It is a wind of Freedom, without fear, hesitation and shame.
A cerulean horizon that welcomes those, who want to open their wings.

The Poem

The Albatross

Translations by Eli Siegel

Often, to amuse themselves the men of the crew

Lay hold of the albatross, vast birds of the seas—

Who follow, sluggish companions of the voyage,

The ship gliding on the bitter gulfs.

Hardly have they placed them on the planks,

Than these kings of the azure, clumsy and shameful,

Let, piteously, their great wings in white,

Like oars, drag at their sides.

This winged traveler, how he is awkward and weak!

He, lately so handsome, how comic he is and uncomely!

Someone bothers his beak with a short pipe,

Another imitates, limping, the ill thing that flew!

The poet resembles the prince of the clouds

Who is friendly to the tempest and laughs at the bowman;

Banished to ground in the midst of hootings,

His wings, those of a giant, hinder him from walking.