There's a scene in Sofia Coppola's Marie Antoinette which I always anticipate with a lump in my throat. It's simple-- so simple that you might wonder why it affects me so.
Marie Thérèse Charlotte, the two-year-old Madame Royale of France, stands in a flower bed on the grounds of Versailles. She is small and alone, yet utterly unafraid of the garden's other denizens. O petite abeille! she coos. Oh, little bumblebee! She toddles across the lawn toward her mother the Queen, the panniers of her miniaturized lady's gown wobbling sweetly with each baby step.
Marie Antoinette lies supine in the tall grass, dreaming away the midday quiet and heat. As her daughter approaches, she smiles and reaches her arms out to catch the little interloper-- without success, and yet also without rancor. The day is mild. She and her child are safe. If such a thing as loss exists in this world, it happens out of sight, far from this blessed corner of creation.
Sweetness without need of further translation, a moment so pure it seems to last forever: this is Le Dix. They could very well have named it Le Doux.
Scent Elements: Aldehydes, bergamot, lemon, peach, coriander, rose, lilac, lily-of-the-valley, ylang-ylang, jasmine, iris, vetiver, patchouli, sandalwood, rosewood, balsam Peru, benzoin, labdanum, vanilla, tonka bean, civet, musk