The first came from the South, where the mountains contained mysterious caves, the second from the West, where the seas concealed strange treasures, and the third from the East, where the pine trees form forests so tall they touch the clouds.
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The longest night of the year had just begun when three travelers met.
The Spirit of the West
The Spirit of the South
The Spirit of the East
The Dancing Spirit
A Legend of the West
It is said that in the depths of the western seas lives a mysterious creature that stirs
the water every night until dawn. Afraid that their ships might sink, the sailors always stay ashore
after sunset.
In search of a gift for his beloved, a fisherman set out toward a nearby island early one morning.
Surprised by the thick winter fog, he lost his way at sea
When night fell, he heard a deafening sound coming from the bottom of the ocean. Suddenly his boat was rocked by increasingly huge waves. Panicked, he started to weep and beg the sea creature to not drag him down into the abyss. Sensing the man’s tears dripping into the ocean, the creature came up to the surface and the waves grew still.
The fisherman found himself face to face with a giant mermaid whose hair was made of pearls that gave off the delicate, reassuring fragrance of amber wood.
Stunned, the fisherman stared at her, speechless. The spirit of the sea then kindly asked him what he was doing there. Reassured by the gentleness of the mermaid, he explained his mishap and asked her why she stirred the sea so wildly. She laughed and said she simply enjoyed dancing in the moonlight under the stars because the dazzling reflections made her giddy. She had no idea that her dancing scared the villagers living in their harbors all around and promised to be more careful. As a peace offering, she gave him one of her strands of pearls, and with a single whisper, sent him safely home. Thrilled, the fisherman gave the strand of pearls to his beloved and shared the story of his adventure with the rest of the villagers.
The fisherman found himself face to face with a giant mermaid whose hair was made of pearls that gave off the delicate, reassuring fragrance of amber wood.
Stunned, the fisherman stared at her, speechless. The spirit of the sea then kindly asked him what he was doing there. Reassured by the gentleness of the mermaid, he explained his mishap and asked her why she stirred the sea so wildly. She laughed and said she simply enjoyed dancing in the moonlight under the stars because the dazzling reflections made her giddy. She had no idea that her dancing scared the villagers living in their harbors all around and promised to be more careful. As a peace offering, she gave him one of her strands of pearls, and with a single whisper, sent him safely home. Thrilled, the fisherman gave the strand of pearls to his beloved and shared the story of his adventure with the rest of the villagers.
From that night on, the western seas were less agitated. To thank the spirit, every year, on the same night and still today, the town’s inhabitants float candles on the surface of the water so the mermaid can enjoy even more sparkling light.
The Gluttonous Spirit
A Legend of the South
Legend has it that a spirit lives in a cave in the southern mountains. According to the nearby villagers, this spirit has the power to transform everything it wants into delicious food thanks to a magic bell.
At nightfall, the bell rings and no one dares to go near, afraid to end up in the gluttonous spirit’s belly.
During an especially long and hard winter, food was scarce.
One night, a hungry village woman, listening to her stomach grumble, decided
to face the danger and venture out in search of the spirit, hoping it would share its food with her.
Following the sound of the bell ringing in the distance, she found her way to the cave’s entrance where the sweet smell of almonds filled the air.
Her voice trembled as she called to the spirit. Within a few seconds, the furry, round head of a bear appeared in the moonlight. The brave woman begged it not to eat her. The spirit seemed surprised and told her that it wasn’t planning to devour her at any rate because it only eats the cave’s rocks and stones, which it transforms into almond paste with its bell. Then it invited her into the cave. There she discovered a warm space, decorated with hundreds of candles and colorful objects made of almond paste. The spirit offered her a few of its creations, which she instantly gobbled up, explaining that the villagers were afraid of it and that she came asking it to share its food so they wouldn’t starve. The bear spirit regretted this misunderstanding with the humans and seeing the woman’s distress, decided to lend her the magic bell so she too could transform stones into marzipan. Surprised and delighted, she thanked him and promised to return the bell at the end of winter.
to face the danger and venture out in search of the spirit, hoping it would share its food with her.
Following the sound of the bell ringing in the distance, she found her way to the cave’s entrance where the sweet smell of almonds filled the air.
Her voice trembled as she called to the spirit. Within a few seconds, the furry, round head of a bear appeared in the moonlight. The brave woman begged it not to eat her. The spirit seemed surprised and told her that it wasn’t planning to devour her at any rate because it only eats the cave’s rocks and stones, which it transforms into almond paste with its bell. Then it invited her into the cave. There she discovered a warm space, decorated with hundreds of candles and colorful objects made of almond paste. The spirit offered her a few of its creations, which she instantly gobbled up, explaining that the villagers were afraid of it and that she came asking it to share its food so they wouldn’t starve. The bear spirit regretted this misunderstanding with the humans and seeing the woman’s distress, decided to lend her the magic bell so she too could transform stones into marzipan. Surprised and delighted, she thanked him and promised to return the bell at the end of winter.
This is how the village woman saved her people. Ever since, year after year, on the same night, the village honors the generous spirit by making bells from almond paste, which they savor during a candlelit banquet.
The Luminous Spirit
A Legend of the East
Legend has it that in the eastern hills, there’s a pine forest where no one dares to go.
Every night, the wind howls and lights shimmer amidst the trees. Fearing that this is the work of an evil spirit, the villagers forbid anyone from entering after nightfall.
One winter morning, a lumberjack went into the forest looking for wood. After cutting down a tree, he sat to rest by a fire that he had just lit.
Overwhelmed by fatigue, he fell fast asleep. When he awoke, he was sur-rounded by the darkness of night.
Feeling his way through the shadows, he suddenly came upon a tree shimmering right before his eyes. Terrified, he ran away. Glancing back over his shoulder, he saw more
and more trees lighting up, one after the other, and the lights getting closer and closer to him. Exhausted from running in panic, he fell in the snow.
Then the tree right in front of him lit up, and the smell of pine needles filled the air.
A beautiful voice emerged from behind the tree saying, “Hey, I had a hard time catching you; you run so fast!” A smiling deer’s head then appeared, bathed in a reassuring light. It knew the lumberjack was lost in the woods and wanted to help. The villager apologized for being afraid and told the deer the tales his people believed about the forest. The deer spirit explained that he lit the trees to trick the darkness, which lasted far too long at this time of the year. Before leaving, the deer spirit told the lumberjack to follow the trail of the flickering trees, which would show him the way home. The man thanked the spirit, collected his tree and headed home. The glowing trees seemed to spread apart as he made his way through the woods.
and more trees lighting up, one after the other, and the lights getting closer and closer to him. Exhausted from running in panic, he fell in the snow.
Then the tree right in front of him lit up, and the smell of pine needles filled the air.
A beautiful voice emerged from behind the tree saying, “Hey, I had a hard time catching you; you run so fast!” A smiling deer’s head then appeared, bathed in a reassuring light. It knew the lumberjack was lost in the woods and wanted to help. The villager apologized for being afraid and told the deer the tales his people believed about the forest. The deer spirit explained that he lit the trees to trick the darkness, which lasted far too long at this time of the year. Before leaving, the deer spirit told the lumberjack to follow the trail of the flickering trees, which would show him the way home. The man thanked the spirit, collected his tree and headed home. The glowing trees seemed to spread apart as he made his way through the woods.
When he arrived in the village, instead of cutting the tree into logs for firewood, he hung candles from its branches to thank the spirit and chase away the shadows of darkness in his own way.
The three had planned to meet in the eternally snow-covered lands of the North to discover its secret.
It was said that this secret could be revealed only if an ancient and mysterious rite invoking three spirits by candlelight were performed in exactly the right way.
Bound by this same quest, our travellers had had more than one adventure to obtain the magical knowledge that would finally let them uncover the polar mystery. They formed a circle in the black night and, one after the other, each lit a candle
and placed it at their feet.
Bound by this same quest, our travellers had had more than one adventure to obtain the magical knowledge that would finally let them uncover the polar mystery. They formed a circle in the black night and, one after the other, each lit a candle
and placed it at their feet.
Silence.
The rite began.
The chiming of the bell still rang in the air as the traveller from the West took a vial of seawater and poured it over a hundred-year-old pearl. He threw it onto the candle and suddenly began to sing:
O Mermaid of the Sea,
Far West of the land you be,
You who appear only by moonlight,
Guide me through the mist this night,
Dance to the rhythm of your pearly mane,
Where eternal amber is contained. Before the rays of sun appear
The secret of the North we shall hear.
Far West of the land you be,
You who appear only by moonlight,
Guide me through the mist this night,
Dance to the rhythm of your pearly mane,
Where eternal amber is contained. Before the rays of sun appear
The secret of the North we shall hear.
The traveller from the South held a ball of almond paste in one hand and a large bell made of glass and gold in the other.
She threw the ball into the candle’s flame and, in the wafts of smoke, rang the bell and recited these verses:
She threw the ball into the candle’s flame and, in the wafts of smoke, rang the bell and recited these verses:
O Great Bear
of the Mountains of the South,
Leave your cave and open your mouth,
Come near to the sound of the bell,
See the nice offering you like so well,
Eat this tasty almond paste,
May its flavour loosen your
tongue with haste,
Before the sun’s first rays burst forth
Reveal to me the secret of the North.
of the Mountains of the South,
Leave your cave and open your mouth,
Come near to the sound of the bell,
See the nice offering you like so well,
Eat this tasty almond paste,
May its flavour loosen your
tongue with haste,
Before the sun’s first rays burst forth
Reveal to me the secret of the North.
As the last note of this song sounded, the traveller from the East threw pine needles into the flame at his feet and chanted the following spell:
O Deer Spirit,
in the green Eastern wood,
Near and dear to all that’s good.
This midnight hour is so very black
Light up the trees to push the shadows back
Illuminate this path of mine
Across this carpet of fragrant pine.
And now as I cast this spell,
The secret of the North you shall tell.
in the green Eastern wood,
Near and dear to all that’s good.
This midnight hour is so very black
Light up the trees to push the shadows back
Illuminate this path of mine
Across this carpet of fragrant pine.
And now as I cast this spell,
The secret of the North you shall tell.
The last verses had barely been uttered when the flames of the three candles blazed up high and, in a flash, the spirits that had been invoked appeared in spectral form.
The Bear of the South told them that the secret of the North would be revealed with the last shadows of the night.
The Mermaid of the West told them that it was an ancient object that could grant any wish made just before sunrise.
The Deer of the East told them exactly where the object could be found.
The Bear of the South told them that the secret of the North would be revealed with the last shadows of the night.
The Mermaid of the West told them that it was an ancient object that could grant any wish made just before sunrise.
The Deer of the East told them exactly where the object could be found.
Dégageant l’éclat, ils trouvèrent une grande Boussole Dorée. Retenant leur souffle, et joignant leurs mains à l’objet millénaire, ils savaient qu’il ne leur restait qu’à faire un vœu avant les premières lueurs du jour.
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For the 2018 edition of its very eagerly awaited Winter collections, diptyque is again partnering with its long-time accomplice, Pierre Marie.
Born in 1982, this Parisian designer with a singular world most often creates pieces for fashion and interior decor. Among other things, he is known for the silk scarves he has been designing for Hermès since 2008. His creations always combine narration with ornamentation and stand out for the baroque profusion of images they are composed of, as well as his way of approaching the motif with a commitment to staying in line with the purest decorative arts tradition. Pierre Marie has already collaborated with diptyque in the past, for its Winter 2010 and 2016 collections, and regularly contributes illustrations for its fragrances.
He usually draws inspiration from nature, folklore and animated films. For Pierre Marie, diptyque’s history itself, which he is particularly fond of, represents an endless playing field.
This year, with “The Legend of the North”, Pierre Marie has created a winter tale featuring spirits from imaginary folklore. In this wonderful story, written in collaboration with Ahmed Terbaoui, diptyque candles have magical powers. With its design and scent, each candle represents one of the spirits in the legend and holds a secret that is revealed during an invocation rite. The Legend of the North : text by Ahmed Terbaoui, drawings by Pierre Marie
He usually draws inspiration from nature, folklore and animated films. For Pierre Marie, diptyque’s history itself, which he is particularly fond of, represents an endless playing field.
This year, with “The Legend of the North”, Pierre Marie has created a winter tale featuring spirits from imaginary folklore. In this wonderful story, written in collaboration with Ahmed Terbaoui, diptyque candles have magical powers. With its design and scent, each candle represents one of the spirits in the legend and holds a secret that is revealed during an invocation rite. The Legend of the North : text by Ahmed Terbaoui, drawings by Pierre Marie
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