During the roaring twenties, in the celebrated cabarets of Paris, French Cancan dancers performed precise perfume rituals. Every hill and valley (or wherever they wanted to be kissed) they marked with scent. Hauto is an invitation to experience skin. Bergamot is a gentle flourish at the outset of this scent, like a peek of ankle bellow ruffled skirts. Pineapple's sweet, golden glow is a spotlight that catches this jutting limb, a subtle illumination that kickstarts this seductive, celebratory scent. Suddenly the music starts and bodies spring into action. Tuberose is the wild, endless waves of ruffles flipped up and out to reveal long shapely legs. Rose is the sweet, clean gleaming skin of these semi-stockinged appendages. The spice we experience represents the small portion of these lower bodies still clothed, a piquant quip that curtails the floral opulence of Hauto. The musks that ground Hauto are both tangy and sweet, a base force that appears powder-light but is strikingly solid. Hauto is a delightful indulgence as romantic and beautiful as it is saucily sexual. A perfectly executed highkick.