BRAND ORIGIN STORY

There was always a candle burning.
Cyprus, everlasting. The windows open.
My mother moved through the house,
and the air followed—green, resinous, warm.
Rigaud. A scent that stayed.

I did not yet know it was love.

There were quiet Sundays,
stone floors cool beneath my feet,
the air inside the church thick with incense—
smoke and sweet, rising together,
a kind of devotion made fragrant.

And in the garden
flowers heavy with light—
velvet-petals opened wide,  
grasses soft, verdant and alive
all unaware of their fleeting glory.

L’amour Mere was born from that —
from the invisible language of memory.
Of splendor that fades,
and the trace that remains.

We do not seek to recapture the hour.
We honor its imprint.
The first blush of love.
The strength in what lingers.

Each fragrance is composed in reverence—
to nature, to light, to what is left behind.
We work not to embellish,
but to evoke.

Scent, as connection.
Scent, as presence.
Scent, as the quiet flame
that endures after the room has emptied.

Our fragrances are not worn.
They are lived.

— Natasha Gregson Wagner