1930, a transatlantic liner travelling between Marseille and Saigon. On the upper deck the women linger in evening dress, with long mouthpieces in their hands. The orchestra plays in the salon, the charleston takes over from the waltzes. Time dilates. Of his childhood memories, Yves Coueslant, one of the founders of the Maison, has preserved sounds, colours and above all perfumes. Like the blond tobacco of the "Egyptians" smoked by the most refined, who, rising in swirls of smoke, mixed its fragrance with the smell of powder.