In Tokyo, took me through the composition one by one, starting with the first flask: The red fruit top notes. The sweetness was something beyond description; just its slight hint invoked the colours red and pink, the sweetness almost mouth-watering. At the heart is the May Rose, which was dear to Christian Dior himself; he planted entire fields of it on the grounds at the Château de La Colle Noire, not far from Grasse. Its centifolia, named for its 100 petals, are evocative and infinite, paying tribute to the idea of delicate layers of fabrics. This floral elevates itself from the fruity-sweetness of the berries — different but complementary. The notes are balanced by the base, a warm white musk. Immediately, I was transported to the ’90s, when musky scents were the beacons of the era. If the first two notes were uplifting, this anchored them like earthy ground.