Written by Meghan O'Reilly | Edited by Zoe Siegel
I draw the line at “passe compose.” It’s been two weeks, three days and sixteen hours since my last final of junior year—the elegant and easy-to-learn language of Francais (Oui, I’m being le sarcastic.) After receiving my worst grade of the semester, a pathetic yet hard-earned C, I vowed to never again put myself in the position where my perfectly constructed English crossed paths with my construed interpretation of French. The only exception to my new rule was if I ran out of Dior Show mascara mid-summer.
The majority of Pierre’s pieces embody such precious French culture—it’s as if every antique piece tells its own authentic story. Aside from the stunning chandeliers and exquisite fragile china, it’s the soaps and perfumes that prove little things come in big packages. The tiny soaps are perfect for “tweens” and “girly-girls”; each flavor is unique and packaged so delicately. The candles also add a feminine touch, displayed in embroidered champagne flutes in the shapes of miniature frogs, as well as seasonal treats such as Easter eggs and Valentine’s hearts.
The soaps aren’t the only pungent treats in La Maison Supreme. It also carries a perfume from 1795 named “Josephine—Rance,” which comes with a light, sweet aroma along with an intriguing history. Napolean had designed the perfume for the only woman who ever truly captured his heart. Us ladies know that any woman who could tie down a ruthless tyrant with a boastable little black book of lovers should rightfully be rewarded with a signature scent. And Pierre knows such valued culture can shine through only the most thoughtful (and romantic) French items. Ou-la-la.
