Tokyo–Paris, 1974
It all began one winter morning. A Japanese tea enthusiast walked through the door of our Parisian home. He was looking for an "exile's tea," as he jokingly called it: a beverage that would remind him of studious mornings at Waseda, but also of the snow-covered orchards of Nagano, where Fuji apples ripen slowly under a white sky. But he wanted something else. A tea that broke with Japanese tradition. A black tea, full-bodied, radical, infused with strength and decisiveness.
Our creative director at the time took up the challenge. After numerous trials, he settled on a robust, invigorating Ceylon Fannings, ideal for a fragrance as direct as apple. The fruit finds a clear, straightforward expression: vibrant and rustic. Thus, Pomme Fannings was born in the 1970s, on the wooden counter of our boutique on Boulevard Malesherbes. A creation unlike any other.