Set of 2 classic candles - To compose
A personalised duo of scents, to give or to keep for yourself.
Country / Language: French Guiana, English
A personalised duo of scents, to give or to keep for yourself.
Fig trees in the hot Mediterranean sun.
A coming together of berries and flowers.
A summer breeze carrying the sweet scent of lemongrass.
Vivid and bittersweet. A rediscovered garden treasure.
Tree moss, matcha and cedar essence. The serenity of a zen garden.
Memories of summer in the shade of a fig tree.
The intense aroma of freshly ground coffee beans.
Roses bursting with flowers in May.
Orange blossom, jasmine and iris. A stroll in an enchanted garden.
An aromatic leaf, fresh and elusive.
A walk under the fig trees, along the Mediterranean.
An ode to lily of the valley, fresh and delicate.
The golden warmth of amber, steeped in ancient mystery.
An ode to springtime's most iconic flower.
A delicate white flower takes on a tender yet voluptuous stance.
A potent revelation of the vanilla pod's dark, smoky depths.
The olfactory memory of the first Diptyque boutique.
Maté, jasmine and white tea. Craft workshops amid the plantations in China.
A delicious vegetable garden scent for your kitchen.
The dense, smoky scent of a crackling fire.
Lavender fields, as far as the eye can see.
A golden cloud of tender mimosa, glowing through winter’s hush.
Freshly roasted black sesame seeds.
A vivid encounter between blackcurrant and rose.
A stroll along a path lined with nettles.
A heady floral from the fields of Southern India.
A sensuous swirl of honey, tobacco and spices.
Sandalwood from Asia. Creamy, woody, contemplative.
A multicolored bouquet of delicate florals.
A few amber beads in an antique treasure box.
A treasured wood from the heart of the Orient.
In the south of India, endless fields of tuberose.
A linden tree at the start of summer.
The scent of a high-summer afternoon, captured in wax.
A gently soothing herbal scent ceremony.
The scent of a field of wild mint on the wind.
The sweetnes of citrus marmalade in the afternoon air
Wood igniting. Fire crackling in the hearth.
Benzoin’s resinous warmth, caramelized and enveloping.
A lively Mexican tree in full bloom.
Precious violets, freshly gathered in the morning light.
Fresh-cut patchouli leaves drying out in the sun.
The scent of childhood memories of golden quince jelly.
A lively expression of tangy, Japanese yuzu
Spices and candied orange peel, the scent of winter.
Dark leather, a companion for journeys through space and time.
Into the heart of an aromatic forest.