It is the era of the grand studios when Greta Garbo and Marlene Dietrich magnetized men with a Hollywood look in the eye, smoking a cigarette in a smoky black and white ambiance. Jasmin et Cigarette is the smell of a woman’s skin when she exposes her freshness to the dark seduction of night. A hazy atmosphere. The reminder of a fantasy, of an indelible trail she leaves on a dress at the break of day or in the intimate memory of the man who made love to her. It is elegance seen by Gainsbourg, the woman from the 80’s who smokes Gitane cigarettes and wears jeans and who, with astounding naturalness, claims her sensuality as a right.

Transparency in sophistication, just a trace of jasmine mingled with the so far neglected smell of a cigarette. Jasmin et Cigarette is the twilight zone, the banned, the addiction. She is an icon, the longed-for woman.

‘Jasmin et Cigarette’ brings back to life the ‘belle epoque’ that was inhabited by beautiful people on par with Greta Garbo and Marlene Dietrich who captivated the world with their impeccable Hollywood looks and aesthetics of the sin. Secretly enjoying every man’s eye on them who seemed hypnotized by the fumes of their cigarettes. All images in black and white. And only their lips dangerously touched in bright red.

Or is it the scent of a woman's fresh skin at night when she opens the window to let the cool and crisp air in, the air infused with sharp yet sweet night blooming of jasmine clashing with aromatic fumes of the glowing tobacco. Very much like the attitude and atmosphere in Serge Gainsbourg's classical photography featuring the elegant woman wearing a pair of jeans, red bandana on the head, with a Gitane in her thin fingers - casual but so astonishingly natural and sensual.

‘Jasmin et Cigarette’ is an ambiguity, almost a taboo, or is it an addiction? The fragrance smells like that unbearable longing and pining for the divinity of a woman, a true icon.