One day my eye fell on some busts by the artist Jon Rafman.
Looking at them, I thought I would like to have this technical knowledge
to work with materials such as marble or wood
to bring out poetic forms in volume.

Then I told myself that, somewhere, as a perfumer, I also sculpted the material,
volatile materials which are odorous molecules.

And these shapes invisible to the eye
but perceptible to the nose,
sculpted the air, with the skin as a stele.

I then thought, it's not so bad, sculpting air, space.
It is moving, alive, unique, thanks to the one who wears
the sculpted aerial form, namely the scent.

Isabelle Larignon

I don't like to say to myself,
I like the interstices that say
without us having to say anything.

I like stories,
even more when they tell me
and even more so those who tell them.

I like face-to-face encounters with smells
because they are silent
and their chatter is elsewhere
in the unspeakable.

I don't like to say my perfumes,
nor those of others.
I like to tell their outline
by a completely different story.