Sa Majesté La Rose

This time the beautiful lady of the gardens reveals the full extent of her many faces, all the better to bewitch us with her divine powers. It is up to you to discover the secrets of Sa Majesté la Rose!

The rose is a woman, Sa Majesté la Rose displays its many facets...

Sa Majesté la Rose is an ode to the flower so well known and so fragrant in our gardens. Loved, even adored, the rose has been held in high regard for millennia, and yet it is not without carrying certain connotations of dated grand ladies, of fragrances so often seen that they no longer taste of novelty. So how could Lutens, the magician of the unprecedented and innovative fragrance, let himself be carried away by such an old-fashioned flower? And moreover twice in a row, first with Rose de Nuit and now with Sa Majesté la Rose!

For Lutens, the rose is an exceptional raw material because, although worked many times in perfumery, few fragrances have managed to highlight all its varied and multiple facets. Just like a woman, the beautiful rose has many faces. It took three women for, under Proust's pen, Madame de Guermantes to take on shape and gesture. At the depths of a lost territory of childhood, like him, to find my rose again, I conquered the petals of a Turkish, a Bulgarian and a Moroccan woman, for a royal journey that, with them, comes to an end. Serge Lutens for Sa Majesté la Rose.
Thus Sa Majesté la Rose goes well beyond the typical rose of the house of Dior and does not even hesitate, under the discerning nose of Sheldrake, to show a few divine thorns...

Serge Lutens's rose, the shape-shifting star of Sa Majesté la Rose

Does an ode to the rose mean a pale pink juice, timid and romantic? No, that would be an insult to the imaginative genius of Lutens, who sees in this rose of changing character the gentle allegory of woman. Thus the juice of Sa Majesté la Rose takes on elegant flesh tones, the colors of women's skin in short...

But who is this Majesté la Rose then? Is she a honeyed and fruity flower, delicately smoky or divinely spicy? For Lutens she is the sum of all these faces. Thus the absolute of Moroccan rose sits alongside guaiac wood, which carries it into soft woody, blond and green mysteries. Then the rose turns spicy, taking on the sharp bite of clove. Finally, honey and white musks bring out with delight its floral sweetness, sweet as a treat. The sparkling, characterful rose ultimately fades away in the arms of the master's suave and sensual musk-based cocktail, which he sees as the true punctuation of a fragrance.

Every woman is unique, every rose just as much so. To dare think that Lutens would indulge in some of perfumery's classic effusions would be to forget that he is above all the master of the reinvented raw material. This rose offers itself to gentlemen and ladies alike without going unnoticed, Sa Majesté la Rose could never know indifference...