A city is an inspiration, a singular receptacle. In a destination, there is a sort of quest for the unfamiliar, for a feeling, for something unknown. A smell, a woollen fabric, voices, an accent . . . For these alone, we sometimes travel to the other side of the world. And we make the journey because something unique awaits us there. This is why Kilian began to hunt for the spirit of a city, probing it the better to slip it into his boxes, creating a poetical new geography: Apple Brandy in New York, Vodka on the Rocks in Moscow, Pearl Oud in Doha, Lemon in Zest in Lugano, Royal Leather in Mayfair . . . You’re tempted to make the trip yourself, just to catch the scent. And take off with it.