House of Guerlain

Once upon a time a lady arrived.
Far, so very far, from home.
Her name ? Mánŏn.
Mánŏn Guerlain.
She began.......The House of Guerlain, Perfumery.

The stuff of legend? Famine or fame ?
Only time would would tell.

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 I am Mánŏn.

Mánŏn Guerlain.

From the emptiness I created

The House of Guerlain
19 High Street

...... Perfume.....
beautifully presented.

Liquid perfection's
silent expressions.

Bespoke perfume

 I am happy to create a perfume for you.

We can sit and chat a bit by the fire's side about this and that. What are your favorite scents, what you'd like the vessel to look like.

Or.......

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Come if you like into my working places.
A window into
how perfume is created.

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Second floor living spaces

For iC.

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We go out for a walk, Lilly and I. A little walk about town kind of thing. Enjoying the sights and sounds, the scents.
Until.
Lilly disappears, only to return with her prize, her steal. Presenting it to me with such a smile who could become angry? Holding a flower from a Vendor. She has no coin so I pay up, mollifying the enraged Vendor. But. Behind that enraged face, he's laughing. I can tell. I speak harshly to Lilly about the perils of stealing. For she would be tasty fried and served with catsup.

Some times I wander to the Valley of the Horses. I harvest the wild flowers growing in rich profusion there. The splendor of their scent is no comparison to their cultivated cousins.

I bring a lunch and sit on a rocky outcrop watching these majestic creatures at play on the hills and in the fields of their sacred valley.