My beautiful Brussels.
Built at the edge of a forest in the midst of swamps.
Ornate like your beautiful iris, over a thousand years old.
Green city, your beautiful millenium cathedral and your lace hotel.
A little Flemish, a little Walloon, you always keep the unity.
Many countries coveted you, but none ever owned you.
You bring together all nations.
Despite your age, you're still beautiful, my dear.
Notes: Calabrian bergamot, Sicilian lemon, peach, apple, cinnamon, black pepper, leather, cedar, patchouli and vetiver.
By Louison Grajcar, a classically-trained perfumer hailing from Belgium and now working out of Paris. It was while he was studying at the renown Fashion Academy in Antwerp that his teachers started calling him Libertin Louison, and the nickname stuck.