Seven years ago, around this time of year, in a bar in Madrid with brick walls and velvet sofas, I discovered the perfume that would end up being my signature scent for almost a decade. It was by chance that a friend of a friend came to say hello to the table and introduced himself to me. I don’t remember his name, nor his face, but today I could list from memory the notes of his perfume, which shortly after would also end up being mine: myrrh, myrtle, oregano, rockrose, pine, laurel, thyme and rosemary—cocktailed into Diptyque L’Eau Trois.

— Read more in The One Perfume I’ve Asked For Every Christmas For The Last 7 Years at Vogue.