A festive day at the racetrack: hats and ribbons catching the wind, the beau monde watching the spirited horse that will lead them to victory. The air is alive with the fragrance of horse leather trampling the hot sand and the pleasant aroma of blond tobaccos. Bergamot shines down upon this etude, its citric zeal highlighting the gliding bodies on the track: the electric sweetness (saffron and ylang ylang) of horses in motion. Iris illustrates the great clouds of dust rising in their wake, it’s soft aroma settling over the more astringent smell of red roses, tightly woven into the winner’s wreath. Sandalwood and tonka bean illustrate the last sparkles of morning dew evaporating from the surrounding grounds. The horses have finished, their riders dismount and the triumphant make their way towards an official welcome: now their bodies smell of salt (amber) and musk (ambrette). Haitian vetiver is the shimmering sea of gentlemen behind them neatly appointed and cheering politely, despite loss or gain. Jockey Club, the perfume of victors!