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“My men do not walk, they sail into hearts. I have never been content with ‘pretty.’ Pretty is predictable. I prefer iconic.” A laugh, soft and wicked. “Look at my bottles. Corsets and torsos, legs in the air, tin cans polished like treasure. Every one is a piece of art. A sculpture meant to be touched. To tempt. To intrigue.” “And my perfumers—ah, my artisans! They sculpt with scent. They weave vanilla, pear, lavender, honey, amber and coconut until emotion itself becomes wearable.” He lifts his chin proudly. “I do not make perfume. I make statements.” “Yes, I am a rebel. But a responsible one” “Surprised?” he asks, one brow delicately arched. “I adore extravagance, yes. But I adore the planet too.” A softness enters his voice. “So I’ve embraced refills. Reduced packaging. More natural ingredients. Designs that respect the earth while celebrating freedom. Even my cans—my beloved iconic cans—can be reborn as vases, lamps, flowerpots… I have always cherished reinvention.” He smiles. “Upcycling is very Gaultier, after all.” A long pause. His tone shifts, tender, sincere. “Gaultier Divine was born to celebrate the goddess in every woman, golden, sculpted, luminous. Her corseted bottle? A tribute. Her scent? A warm, salty, floral embrace of unapologetic femininity.” “And then,” he continues, eyes shining, “came Gaultier Divine Elixir. Richer. More intense. More precious. She doesn’t follow rules, she makes them.” “Of course, my men deserve their own mythology,” he says with a sweep of the hand. “Ultra Male, all sweetness and danger. Le Male Le Parfum, with its ebony-and-gold grandeur. Le Male Elixir, fiery, resinous, sensual. And my smouldering newcomer, Le Male Elixir Absolu, which glows like molten gold against warm skin.” Its tone lowers, conspiratorial. “Gaultier Divine was born to celebrate the goddess in every woman” P A R F U M P L U S 8