Riding the waves of the sea, challenging sea monsters, the tuberose cried in the rain and dried in the sun. She hugged a block of ambergris and danced with red algae absolutes. She defended the right to the roots with all her strength, clinging to a coral. Its petals, soaked in salt water, have become impregnated with purple, obtained from the secretion of a mollusc, one of the few ancient dyes that does not lose intensity over time, but which becomes brighter with exposure to sunlight.
An indelible pigment, like the intensity of an Extrait de Parfum. With Murice Imperiale I tried to give a scent to the color, called Tyrian red, through notes of rhubarb.
There is a tuberose plantation in the sea. The mermaid made its cultivation possible, collecting the murex and the precious flower it contains from the foamy shoreline of the sea... Tuberose is a white flower that came from far away, brought by the waves inside a shell: its home, the casket in which it nestled, its cool refuge.
Don't call it navy. It is an underwater, moist, mineral tuberose.