The laugh of the disillusioned is what makes fils de joie, son of joy, burst into laughter without reason. As a child and in the shadows, he learned of their intoxications, their tears and their illusions. Today, he brings these to light through the glorious scent of night-blooming jasmine.
“A laugh awaits a sentence, a word or a situation to proclaim itself. A laugh may burst forth or be stifled by a hand that tries to contain it. But if it is sincere, it cannot be contained. On the skin, its fragrance is Lady-of-the-Night, a paradoxically radiant scent!”