We could tell you about his incredible pedigree: born in 1801, son of a patron and Napoleonic general, he grew up in France and rubbed shoulders with the greatest minds of his time — Lord Byron, Alexandre Dumas, Victor Hugo, George Sand, Charles Dickens, and the future Napoleon III — before becoming director of the Fine Arts of Paris.

We could also mention his eloquence and beauty, his success in the salons of Paris and London, courted by women and envied by men, capable of "setting the tone" by imposing a garment, a color or an artistic movement, his inspired but sometimes disconnected gaze which made him the icon of the New Yorker since 1925.

But we prefer to talk about his freedom of spirit and his impertinence, his keen sense of Beauty. Alfred d'Orsay lived as he saw fit: with passion, enjoying all the arts, thinking only of the present moment, sometimes burning his wings, out of pride but always out of love.

At the beginning of the 20th century, true to its origins, the House of D'ORSAY surrounded itself with the artistic and artisanal talents of its time. Jean Cocteau, Marie Laurencin, and Georges Lepape designed its campaigns; Baccarat, Daum, and Lalique created the most extravagant perfume bottles.

The House publishes nearly fifty perfumes and its creations are then distributed throughout the world, some fragrances sell nearly 5 million copies a year in its boutiques of the time designed by Louis Süe and Andre Mare: 24 boulevard des Italiens and 17 rue de la Paix in Paris, Fifth Avenue in New York.