THE STORY BEHIND THE FRAGRANCE

MON ANGE ÉLEVÉ

Volume II

Extrait de Parfum

A sacred remembrance.

Fragrance storytelling is at the heart of MON ANGE ÉLEVÉ, a composition not formed in the confines of a season.

She was the most challenging of all my parfum creations, and perhaps the most complex to bring to completion—if completion is even the right term for what unfolded. Each note required a stillness I often lacked. Every layer called for me to confront pieces of my past that I had worked tirelessly to set aside. I could not create her from a distance; I had to dive deep into the essence itself, and safeguarding my own mind during this process became integral to her development as any ingredient in her formula.

I crafted her amidst a tumultuous season where the news was relentless. Another name. Another story. Another woman’s life extinguished in ways that should never occur. With a blotter in one hand and a headline in the other, the distance between them collapsed until it was nonexistent.

As I worked, I carried names—Black women and girls lost to intimate partner violence. These were lives whose narratives were interrupted too soon. I envisioned MON ANGE as the lasting tribute they deserved, capturing a permanence that their stories were never granted.

I find myself questioning if she is truly finished even now. I’ve come to realize she might never be complete, as the multitude of women she honors exceeds what can be contained within a single bottle. I will not delude myself into thinking that any parfum creation could entirely close that gap.

Recently, what evolved is her name. She is now MON ANGE ÉLEVÉ, an elevation into something grand—something haute—that her original name could not encompass. This addition is not mere decoration; it is an acknowledgment of the countless names that contributed to her creation and those I will never know.

I suspect this sentiment will remain with me always; she embodies a perfection I doubt exists, crafted to honor women who were denied the permanence they deserved.

Wearing MON ANGE ÉLEVÉ means carrying more than just fragrance. You carry remembrance, you carry witness, and you bear the weight of a story that remains unfinished because the women it honors were never given the opportunity to conclude their own.

She travels with you, entering every space before you and lingering long after you’ve left, for grief, when honored correctly, does not vanish softly; it stays present, as memory should.

This commitment is why our partnerships with the National Domestic Violence Hotline and S.H.A.R.E. House Family Violence Crisis Center extend beyond marketing. They were integral to my life long before SANCTUAIRE DE FLEURS existed. I sought help from the Hotline myself, more than once, before I fully understood my own struggles, with someone answering each time. This is why a portion of every MON ANGE ÉLEVÉ purchase supports their invaluable work today—not for storytelling's sake, but because it is the truth this Maison was built upon before it became a Maison at all.

MON ANGE ÉLEVÉ embodies strength made visible, grace made permanent, and memory restored, as much as memory can ever be restored.

She is the story, and she always will be.

With reverence,

SereneB.

Parfumeuse de Vérité

I LOVE MY LOCS

Volume I

Extrait de Parfum

The Genesis

Every Maison begins with a moment of becoming. For SANCTUAIRE DE FLEURS, that pivotal moment was I LOVE MY LOCS, which very nearly did not survive its creation.

With nearly one hundred iterations, I refined her into what she is now. Each attempt brought me back, as I questioned whether she was too bold, whether her scent was unlike anything I had ever encountered. What I recognized was that she indeed smelled unique, yet I foolishly believed that should have deterred me.

I had to grow into her before I could fully realize her potential. I LOVE MY LOCS symbolizes the version of myself I aspired to become but was too afraid to embrace. I spent years settling in ways I didn’t recognize at the time, but I refused to let her follow that same pattern. Every time I diluted her boldness to make her more palatable, I perpetuated the very cycle I aimed to escape. So, I stopped. I allowed her to remain as audacious as she needed to be.

I LOVE MY LOCS was born in a season of transformation, during which my body, spirit, and identity demanded truth. Menopause did not diminish me; it revealed my essence. As my hair began its own journey, transitioning from the familiar to what was authentically mine, this quiet, personal declaration evolved into something greater than I anticipated.

There is a reason she doesn’t resemble any other fragrance available today. Many modern fragrances are polished into sameness, refined until they lose their individuality, crafted to align with trends rather than to convey truth. I LOVE MY LOCS defies that trend. With Tunisian Rosemary as an essential component, carelessness can lead to an undesired outcome that veers toward harshness, evoking an apothecary more than a fine fragrance. I understood the risk and recognized the limits of how far she could be pushed.

When calibrated with precision, she transforms, set against resins, Italian Lemon, and Jasmine Fleur in a way that feels unexpectedly harmonious. The combination of dark chocolate and honeycomb would typically evoke familiarity, yet in this composition, they feel entirely unique. Nothing about her conforms to expectations.

Even now, I carry her essence with me, despite the allure of other fragrances. I cannot escape her, nor do I want to. I refuse to hide behind her boldness or apologize for the commanding presence she demands when she enters a room. She was crafted to stand out—distinctly different, authentically peculiar, and unavoidably risky, because anything worth becoming usually is.

As the composition reached its final form, something unanticipated emerged. She transcended singular expression. Both men and women recognized their identity within her equally. Her warmth, depth, and authority spoke beyond gender, addressing the essence of identity itself rather than mere category.

Thus, I allowed her to exist in two embodiments. For Her. The Original. Both are distinct yet born from the same origin and rooted in the shared refusal to settle.

I LOVE MY LOCS became not just the first of our parfum creations but also its foundation. Through her, I first learned what it truly means to compose not merely fragrance, but presence. She encapsulates both ancestry and future, holding memory and becoming in the same vessel.

Each time she is worn, she affirms truths I had always known, even in times of fear. We are not fixed; we are in a state of becoming.

I LOVE MY LOCS embodies the Genesis. The first declaration, the fragrance that taught me my own power before I fully understood I was allowed to claim it. I remain unwaveringly proud of her.

With reverence,

SereneB.

Parfumeuse de Vérité