One scent, made slowly.

Long rows of jasmine bushes in white blossom at dawn, mist between the rows, cypress trees and a stone farmhouse far away

A hand picks a white jasmine blossom from a branch; beside it a wicker tray full of blossoms stands on an old wooden stool

On a dark workbench a hand holds a dropper over a glass beaker; the golden oil opens in the clear liquid. Beside it: a tray of jasmine, a cut bergamot, cedar shavings

A hand pours golden perfume from a beaker through a glass funnel into a square bottle labelled Aurevane

A hand presses a gold spray pump onto the neck of the full bottle; the glass funnel lies beside it on the bench

A hand holds the bottle and presses the pump: a cloud of mist lights up in a beam of sunlight in the dark atelier

On a linen cloth a hand lays the bottle into a midnight box lined with ivory silk; the lid with a gold ribbon lies behind

The closed midnight box on the linen cloth, a gold satin ribbon and bow on its lid, a few jasmine blossoms beside it