By virtue of my mother, I am the son of a forgotten coast, far away in New Caledonia. At the mouth of the Ngoye live the Borindi, who have known since the twilight of the Gods the great principle of harmony with Mother Nature : to take from her no more than is necessary while preserving for tomorrow. They understand the future of Mankind, and in the shade of the niaouli tree and jacarandas in bloom, they guide our first steps into this new direction for Etat Libre d’Orange.
Les Fleurs du Déchet represents a passage to the adulthood of Sécrétions Magnifiques. It is a counter-revolution for Etat Libre d’Orange, still noisy and disruptive, but ultimately functional. Givaudan, Ogilvy and Etat Libre d’Orange have created a threefold company in the service of Mother Nature, to offer her a bouquet of forgiveness and let everyone know – loudly and quickly – that soon it will be too late.
Dear world : Do not throw anything away because at the bottom of our trash lies the fermented distillation of great love. The garbage trucks hold flowers that can still bleed, the peels and rinds that can still give. The noxious exhalations have honey notes that can merge with the Earth. And there are so many floating concretions, the trash that is thrown into the sea, and the natural waste, the ambergris, mystical symbols, the attitudes of primitive tribes – these must now be reprocessed. To paraphrase and distort Alan Paton : Cry, my beloved planet, for the unborn child ; let him not love the earth too deeply, for it is slipping away. So before it’s too late, let us (s)pray to the god of waste, our dear lord of leftovers. End of sermon. This is a messianic fragrance (in natural spray, of course.)
- Olfactive Family