Jeweler of The Kings, King of Jewelers
Taking over his master’s workshop, Louis-François Cartier founded Cartier in 1847. With the rise of the Second Empire, Cartier’s business grew over a decade, with the opening of the first Cartier boutique in 1859. Louis-François’ son Alfred then took over the business, moving it to the prestigious rue de la Paix in the jewellery district of Paris. Alfred’s own sons expanded the Cartier brand overseas, to London and New York. Alfred’s third son remained behind in Paris to continue the growth of Cartier at home. His revolutionary ideas, such as using platinum in jewellery, earned Cartier the title of ‘Jeweller of Kings, King of Jewellers’ from King Edward VII.
With an airy, woody fragrance, the L’Envol de Cartier Eau de Parfum gives its wearers the strength to push themselves beyond their limits. The nectar is imbued with a tang of lignum vitae and notes of honey, brought out by a wispy haze of musk.
With an airy, woody fragrance, the L’Envol de Cartier Eau de Parfum gives its wearers the strength to push themselves beyond their limits. The nectar is imbued with a tang of lignum vitae and notes of honey, brought out by a wispy haze of musk.
We could devour it, now, raw, naked. A raw rose found in nature, bursting with life and essence that pulsates with freshness and permeates the nostrils. No frills, just the pure and simple pleasure of a hyper-realistic rose that chooses to offer up her authentic, naked truth.
A fragrance so light it can be enjoyed before it even touches the skin. The purest form of citrus.
A magnolia without romance for a change, as if hanging from a tree, refined with freshness and full of radiance.
A contemporary vision of this historic vase; unprecedented realism that has been pushed to the extreme. Lily-of-the-valley: bare.
There are moments when everything can be transformed, when it is impossible to distinguish the real from the unreal.
The moment was electric charged with lemon, SWEET LIME energy. The unexpected laid down the law. The start was announced. Outside, the world accelerated.
It was red she wanted, the blush of excitement, the tumescence of bitten lips strawberry flesh, the carnation in his buttonhole. Moving closer, driving him crazy, shedding her shyness to wrap herself in the steamy, playful, sensuous frills of CRÈME DE MARRON.
Deny yourself nothing and do not resist this desire shrouded in voluptuous mystery amber note. Yes, it is unreasonable, but it is down to that silky bronzed skin SANDALWOOD and to that soft, sun-kissed velvet, so beautiful, so warm tolu with a taste that I imagine to be all the more addictive because it is forbidden.
The world stirred, preparing its early morning with freshness and joy…washed. That first gleam of light that caressed the eyelashes was soft peony notes, we could have bathed in the clear fountain for its transparency, for its sheer blossoming of life ROSE.
The world stirred, preparing its early morning with freshness and joy…washed. That first gleam of light that caressed the eyelashes was soft peony notes, we could have bathed in the clear fountain for its transparency, for its sheer blossoming of life ROSE
As the horizon cleared, the desire for escape was stirring. Dawn or dusk? The smell of the promised land and of lucerne, of the quiver of a summer with a magnolia soul, of BERGAMOT
Silence was on the prowl. You could hear it breathing, lurking like desire. The calmness felt only temporary. Drowsiness gained life, slow jasmine and heavy PATCHOULI.
No, this rose is not cute! It hates girly, baby doll, pastel pink or layettes. It is the pink that flushes the cheeks. It is blushing and bright, and this rose boasts only four letters: dare! Fearless, it's the hour of the exploding rose. An unprecedented pink, in touch with its time, with what is fresh and pop.
Tangible, delicate, concrete reality... as long as you can find a way to reach it! Imagine if it were possible, as a time traveller, to enter L'HEURE PERDUE – the lost hour in which we could once again share the pleasure of a long-forgotten childhood treat.
It was time to capture a life full of fresh early mornings, Petit grain, FRESH HERBS at the dawn of intentions. Everything seemed possible – love, creation, belief.
Rosemary green and lavender blue… An old nursery rhyme leads us back to a medicinal garden grown wild with sprightly aromatic herbs, wise plants picked to cheer body and soul.
Designed to be worn alone or in combination, in keeping with the oriental tradition of marrying different fragrances on the skin.
Cartier brings oud and amber together in a creative battle between two great fragrance legends from the East. The forces balance each other out with an addictive accord.
With incandescent oud wood, Cartier refreshes the amber embers of a bouquet of freshly-picked mint leaves.