TRAVEL KIT I AM TRASH LES FLEURS DU DECHET 3 X 10ML (Eau de Parfum) - ETAT LIBRE D'ORANGE (Paris)

The Journey: your favorite signature scents from L'Etat Libre d'Orange, in a new elegant travel format, to take everywhere, anytime.

Le Voyage is the new travel-friendly format from Etat Libre d'Orange. A small format for traveling through time and space, for those who love to play with their fragrance, anytime, anywhere, in your bag, your suitcase, your pocket.
The Voyage contains a unique and easy-to-carry refillable metal case with 3 x 10ml refill bottles, available in three iconic signatures:
- You or Someone Like You
- Flowers of Waste - I am trash
Hermann beside me seemed like a shadow

With Le Voyage, experience our scented stories on your skin, anywhere, anytime.

I AM TRASH - FLOWERS OF TRASH

Floral, Fruity

Dear all, don't throw anything away anymore, because at the bottom of our bins, the seeds of great love are being rekindled. A perfume made from upcycled ingredients.

Top notes: Recycled Apple Essence, Recycled Bitter Orange, Recycled Mandarin Green
Heart notes: Recycled Rose Absolute, Recycled Iso E Super, Recycled Gariguette Strawberry
Base notes: Recycled Atlas cedarwood, recycled sandalore wood, recycled akigalawood

THE MOST WANTED SCENT MADE FROM THE UNWANTED

Through my mother, I am a son of the forgotten coast, far away in New Caledonia, where the Borindi people, who live at the mouth of the Ngoye River, have known since time immemorial the great principles of harmony with nature, taking from it only what is necessary while preserving the future. In this, they are the future of humankind and thus guide our first steps in this new chapter of the Free State of Orange, in the shade of the niaouli and jacaranda trees in bloom.

At the dawn of the 2000s, (before I started taking them to visit landfills every night to really mess them up) when they were still little and I was a young, ambitious thirty-something, there was a sci-fi animated film I used to show my children called "The Titan Project." I learned its opening litany by heart through sheer repetition; it began like this:

"Once in a great while man unlocks a secret so profound that it can change the universe, fire, electricity, splitting the atoms, at the dawn of the 21st century we invented the titan program..."

And well, intertwined with Flowers of Waste is a bit of that romantic and titanic SF poetry which proceeds from the slow, certain and necessary shift to reinvent through our waste the cycle of all our industries and to try to make perfume a messenger in the service not only of the survival of the species which proceeds from seduction but above all, supremely, in the service of the planet where beauty must spring forth from our own miasmas.

We sense the coming of new post-religious "jihads" from a West often disillusioned and polluting, echoing New Era animisms and the violence of the repentant, and of N.O. democracies where nature is at the center of the new sharing and the sacred. The Alma Mater of primitive tribes—that of antiquity as well—has returned and demands our full allegiance, claiming its gift; and perfume, the spokesperson or pretext for a universal message, for from filth must spring beauty, and then cleanse us of our stains of blue wine and vomit, scattering rudder and grappling hook.

The flowers of waste represent the coming of age of magnificent secretions, an attempt at a counter-revolution by Orange for 2018, still noisy, but finally a useful thought.

Givaudan, Ogilvy & the Free State of Orange join forces for a ménage à trois in service of the Alma Mater to offer it a bouquet of forgiveness and try to make everyone know, louder and faster, that it is almost too late.

Dear all, throw nothing away because at the bottom of our garbage cans the seeds of great love are being redistilled; there are before the dump trucks rock flowers that can still bleed, barks that can still give, miasmas with honeyed notes on the ground and many other floating concretions that we throw into the sea and exudates with the mystical symbolism of primitive tribes that we must now reproduce.

"Cry my beloved planet" about the child yet to be born, may he not love this fading earth too much… Alan Paton (distorted)

So before it's burnt or too late, let's (s)pray the Lord of Waste, my dear Lord of leftovers.