France 1950
Eau de parfum · Mixte
Un floral boisé au charme magnétique, où la fraîcheur du muguet et de la framboise rencontre la profondeur du cèdre et des muscs.
France, Aged Nineteen
Every morning, France crosses the Grands Boulevards on her way to the little bookshop where she works. In her bag are a few family keepsakes, thoughts hastily written down and an old bottle of Gellé Frères. She does not yet know that, one day, her granddaughter will devote several years to bringing the House back to life.
Around her, the city is rediscovering its elegance and carefree spirit. The terraces are bustling, cinemas unveil their latest films and conversations linger in cafés. In the air, linden blossom, mimosa and orange blossom seem to herald gentler days.
France 1950 pays tribute to this young woman, to her understated elegance, her quiet strength and the hope she passed down. Green mandarin illuminates the aquatic notes, while white musks and a paper accord prolong the memory of a Parisian bookshop after the rain.
A tender and luminous unisex fragrance, created for the woman who passed on to me the dream of Gellé Frères.
Histoire
France, Aged Nineteen
Every morning, France crosses the Grands Boulevards on her way to the little bookshop where she works. In her bag are a few family keepsakes, thoughts hastily written down and an old bottle of Gellé Frères. She does not yet know that, one day, her granddaughter will devote several years to bringing the House back to life.
Around her, the city is rediscovering its elegance and carefree spirit. The terraces are bustling, cinemas unveil their latest films and conversations linger in cafés. In the air, linden blossom, mimosa and orange blossom seem to herald gentler days.
France 1950 pays tribute to this young woman, to her understated elegance, her quiet strength and the hope she passed down. Green mandarin illuminates the aquatic notes, while white musks and a paper accord prolong the memory of a Parisian bookshop after the rain.
A tender and luminous unisex fragrance, created for the woman who passed on to me the dream of Gellé Frères.