At Cire Trudon, matches are an essential part of the ritual. In one crack, it ignites the wick, surprises the shadow and gives life to light. Delicately perfumed, it signs the prologue for some of the stories behind the candles. Elegant, long and delicate, asleep in their illustrated boxes, they patiently wait for their destiny. If the box is left slightly open, they will slightly scent, in their sleep, a drawer, a cupboard or a study.
Through the maze of Constantinople, under the ceilings of a hideaway, leathery scents and tobacco swirls of whispered discussions mingle with the rose and jasmine of dancing hair. A warm scent tinged with spices and honey whispers stories of an ancient empire.