There’s nothing wrong with chocolates, roses, and prix fixe meals, but jewellery may just be the most resonant nonverbal expression of love you can buy.
When he answered his front door, Jean-Pierre LeBlanc found himself put on the spot, a camera on him, and a woman with an eight-on-a-scale-of-10—and rising—migraine standing before him. His orders, as given by the television reporter also in attendance, with a chronometer in her hands, was to heal the woman using only a blend of essential oils.
It all began with 1,000 bars of triple-milled, vegetable-based, single-note-scented soaps that were handcrafted in southern France.
If you’ve ever owned a moisturizer emblazoned with an Aesop logo, chances are you spent a good deal of time marvelling at the store you found it in before picking up any products.
FROM THE ARCHIVE: How Jaeger-LeCoultre helped restore the luxury status of mechanical timekeeping.
Toronto florist Dominika Solan’s aesthetic takes cues from the jam-packed vines and blooms splaying out of darkness in sixteenth-century Dutch oil paintings.
The House of Creed was founded in 1760, a long time ago indeed, by James Henry Creed, and since then the heritage brand has been passed down through the lineage to the current perfumer, sixth-generation Olivier Creed, and his son, Erwin.
Remember when someone professed affection for another with a custom mixed tape? Creating one took effort and dedication, to carefully play the cassette while simultaneously recording on another.
That old adage, sex sells, has played a role in Agent Provocateur’s success over its 20-year history—but it certainly hasn’t been the only factor.