Perfume is the paradise of vanished flowers. They find in there their Eternity. Upon opening a bottle starts for me a pleasing journey towards my memories. If I close my eyes the smile of a friend or the sweet face of a young lady met on the way around could arise from my memory. Yes, perfumes are really the most delicate beholders of our past life.
Edouard Pinaud was born in 1810, in a prosperous city called Abbeville, in the North of France. He was fascinated by those silhouettes who left behind a slight perfumed trail. He instantaneously felt in love with perfumes and decided to make his profession. Ed.Pinaud has great Philosophy of Beauty and an authentic art of living spreading to the world.