A long time ago, when I was a teenager, my mother was presented with a gorgeous big bottle of Parfum d'Hermes, from France. The bottle was enormous, I don't remember how many milliliters, but it was impressive, a piece of art. Now I know that it was a floral-aldehyde fragrance of a solo rose accentuated by pungent greenery. But then I made up my own definitions, Parfum d'Hermes smelled like rose...