Stéphane Humbert Lucas
A unique visual signature based on accords, character, and seasonality
Pink pepper sparks briefly against the cool, almost aqueous quality of white tea, whilst bergamot keeps the whole affair hovering just above the skin. There's an immediate creaminess emerging underneath, the orris already making its presence known, creating a softly spiced, almost milky freshness that feels both clean and quietly indulgent.
The orris absolute fully unfurls into that characteristic butter-smooth texture, wrapping around jasmine that's more petal than indole. Violet adds a gentle powder-puff quality, reading somewhere between iris and suede, whilst the composition settles into a creamy floral cocoon that sits close and feels expensive in that understated, nothing-to-prove way.
White musk and sandalwood blur into skin, the tonka bean adding just enough sweetness to keep things warm without tipping into gourmand territory. What remains is a soft, woody-powdery haze—clean laundry dried in sunlight, perhaps, or the faint trace of jasmine tea on cashmere. Intimate, comforting, and surprisingly tenacious for something so quiet.
Panthea opens with a whisper rather than a shout—pink pepper fizzing gently through the translucent veil of white tea, whilst bergamot keeps everything lifted and luminous. This is Stéphane Humbert Lucas at his most restrained, which still means layers upon layers of texture, but here the architecture is built from gauze and silk rather than his usual brocade and velvet. The orris absolute does the heavy lifting in the heart, that unmistakable butter-and-root quality creating a creamy foundation that the jasmine floats across rather than punctures through. There's violet here too, though it reads more as soft suede than floral sweetness, adding a dusky elegance that prevents the composition from veering into the cloying. The whole affair has a powdered quality—not the synthetic lather of white musks gone wrong, but something closer to rice powder on skin, sandalwood blurred with tonka bean creating a second-skin warmth that never quite leaves the intimate sphere.
This is for the wearer who finds most white florals too strident, who wants presence without projection. It's the fragrance equivalent of a cashmere jumper in dove grey: expensive, understated, and far more complex than it appears at first glance. Morning meetings where you need to feel pulled together, gallery openings where you're looking at the art rather than making an entrance. Panthea doesn't demand attention; it rewards proximity.
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