Etat Libre d'Orange Exit The King Eau de Parfum

The curtain rises on a state on the corner of 69 rue des Archives in the Marais, Paris. A place that is like a border, where the old world ends and the new world begins. The pale moon can be seen setting over the towers of Notre Dame in the distance. A man and a woman are in a perfumery, surrounded by bottles. He has yielded to a fallen sovereign and is condemned to his ultimate fate. She is the new soul, the new role, she is desirable and she has conquered. She is the charge, a bit condescending. The fluttering of her eyelashes signals that she is the one whose hour of glory has arrived, scent-testing tissue paper in hand.