To experience Antinea by Rosine is to walk through the untamed salt marshes of a dreamt Atlantis—a surreal and marine world perfumed with bitter green, metallic florals, and sun-warmed skin. Released in 1919, this fragrance was boldly unlike most others of its era. It evokes a sensory world shaped by the imagined queen Antinea from Pierre Benoît’s L’Atlantide—a realm hidden beneath the waves, eternal and strange. Antinea was crafted to smell like salt and seaweed, earth and stone, light and shadow. As I imagine opening the flacon and breathing deeply, each ingredient unfolds like a tide returning from the depths.
The top note begins with aldehyde C-12 MNA—an aroma chemical that, even in low concentration, brings a glistening marine freshness, like the rush of wind across seaweed-draped rocks. It has a metallic, citrusy, slightly waxy character that mimics the feel of clean skin kissed by ocean spray. This aldehyde bridges beautifully with Calabrian bergamot, whose slightly bitter, floral-zesty oil captures the vivid brightness of southern Italy’s coastal sun. Interwoven with this is citral, extracted from lemongrass or lemon oils, which adds a clean, sharp citrus sparkle—brightening the top and enhancing the aldehydic lift.
Paraguayan petitgrain, distilled from the leaves and twigs of the bitter orange tree, introduces a woody-green sharpness that feels almost herbal and resinous, evoking the stalky green stems of a seaside thicket. Hungarian clary sage, known for its ambery, hay-like nuance, lends a whisper of musky, earthy warmth to the fresh notes, foreshadowing the base. Mediterranean thyme enters dry and aromatic—sharp and slightly medicinal—a breath of sea-laced breeze blowing over low scrubland, anchoring the scent to sun-drenched soil and mineral-rich air.
As the fragrance unfolds, the marine-floral heart unfurls like a strange bloom beneath brackish waters. Russian coriander contributes its nutty-citrus warmth—spicy but round—while Tuscan violet leaf absolute adds its trademark sharp greenness with an almost metallic sheen, echoing the marine bitterness of seaweed. Dutch hyacinth, full and waxy with green, sweetly floral notes, merges with cyclamen aldehyde, a synthetic note evoking cool, water-drenched petals. The result is an aqueous, rainwashed effect—a bloom opening in the damp shadows.
Hydroxycitronellal, a widely used floral aroma molecule, brings a soft lily-of-the-valley nuance—green and clean, and crucially dewy. It enhances the wet-green feeling without being overwhelming. Then come the florals in full: Grasse tuberose absolute, buttery and narcotic, unfolds with rich creaminess, lending weight and depth. Grasse rose absolute, delicate and honeyed, mingles with Riviera jasmine absolute, indolic and heady—made more animalic with the inclusion of a touch of indole, evoking the sensual decay at the heart of fresh flowers.
As the scent deepens, we are drawn into the ocean floor—earthy, resinous, and complex. Tyrolean oakmoss delivers its inky, damp profile: astringent, musty, almost like forest floor clinging to stone. Haitian vetiver, dry and smoky, provides a thread of earthy bitterness and anchors the structure with rooty depth. Venezuelan tonka bean and coumarin, its key constituent, add warm, nutty-sweet richness, but here coumarin also underscores the dryness, echoing sun-dried leaves and crushed hay.
Then comes the animalic sea: ambergris, radiant and salty-skin-like, shimmers with ambreine—a synthetic fixative used to mimic and extend its softness. Mysore sandalwood, creamy and golden, contrasts beautifully with the sharp green and salt of the upper structure. A drop of Madagascar vanilla offers a warm counterpoint, yet never dominates.
The final breath is unmistakably feral. Abyssinian civet and Canadian castoreum, in minute amounts, bring the scent of damp fur and wild musk, reminiscent of something primordial and half-remembered. Maltese labdanum, thick and resinous, adds balsamic warmth, while kelp seaweed absolute, earthy and briny, wraps the whole in a cloak of marine mystery. This is what gives Antinea her sharp edge—this bitter, vegetal saltiness. Indian costus root, rich and animalic, smells like old wool and human skin, adding to the illusion of sea-soaked relics. Finally, English celery seed, with its spicy bitterness, and resinous Sumatran styrax and Siam benzoin layer the finish in warm, leathery, balsamic shadows.
Together, these elements form an olfactory seascape. Antinea is not a gentle perfume. It’s bracing and enigmatic, blending elegance with primordial nature. It tells a story not of floral prettiness, but of a mythic queen beneath the waves—a ghost of Atlantis, swathed in seaweed, salt, and sensuality. This was not a perfume meant to please everyone—it was meant to haunt.
The presentation of Antinea was as evocative and artful as the fragrance itself, steeped in the aesthetics of Orientalism that so captivated Paul Poiret. True to his passion for Eastern design, Antinea was housed in a small, polished metal flask modeled after an inrō box—those traditional Japanese cases used for carrying small personal items, once suspended from the obi sash of a kimono. This design choice was far more than decorative; it reflected Poiret's deep admiration for Japanese craftsmanship and his flair for transforming objects of utility into exquisite fashion statements. The shape of the bottle—a compact, rectangular form with softly rounded edges—mirrored the clean lines and graceful restraint of Japanese lacquerware, while its portability suggested a perfume as precious and personal as a charm.
The flask itself was silver-toned and smooth to the touch, with a quiet luster that caught the light, offering a tactile richness. It was topped with a translucent glass stopper, delicately tinted in rose and yellow hues—a sunrise-like gradation that added softness and romance to the sleek modernity of the metal case. A green satin cord looped around the neck, not only as a nod to the cord used to suspend traditional inrōs, but also to give the flacon an ornamental finish, like a jewel tied with a ribbon. It was packaged in a cardstock box wrapped in gold paper, and lined in creamy satin, lending a subtle opulence to the presentation and reinforcing its status as a couture perfume.
In addition to the metal flask, Antinea was also offered in clear glass bottles, designed to mimic the same inrō-inspired shape. These glass versions retained the graceful rectangular form and were similarly fitted with the same multi-hued stopper, tying both styles of packaging into a unified visual identity. While the metal version conveyed a sense of precious weight and durability—perhaps reserved for clients of Poiret’s couture salon—the glass flacon suggested refinement and transparency, echoing the watery, mineralic tones of the perfume itself.
Together, both presentations encapsulated the mythic allure of Antinea—a fragrance inspired by the legend of Atlantis and the mysterious queen of the sea. These bottles did not simply contain a perfume; they evoked an entire narrative world. Whether encased in metal or glass, Antinea’s vessel was an extension of Poiret’s vision—where fashion, fragrance, and fantasy converged in perfect harmony.
In 1912-1913, atomizers with Rosine fragrances were launched along with their matching saucers on which they rested. These were extremely thin and fragile blown glass and in the shape of hookah bases. They were hand painted at the Martine workshop. These atomizers were available for all the Rosine scents, but the first was for the perfume Antinea, ou au fond de la Mer.
Fate of the Fragrance:
Antinea by Les Parfums de Rosine was officially launched in 1922, during a period of postwar renewal when artistic expression flourished and exoticism held fashionable sway. Created in the spirit of myth and mystery, the perfume was inspired by Pierre Benoit’s 1919 novel L’Atlantide, whose heroine Antinea ruled over a lost subterranean kingdom beneath the sands of the Sahara. The fragrance echoed these themes of forgotten splendor and marine magic, embodying a bitter, seaweed-laced scent like “salt marshes” and “the sharp, pungent smell of the sea.”
Despite its uniqueness and the creativity behind its conception, Antinea had a relatively short commercial life. It was discontinued in 1930, coinciding with the closure of Les Parfums de Rosine, the perfume house founded by fashion designer Paul Poiret. The company's dissolution marked the end of an era not only for Poiret’s influence in haute couture, but also for his ambitious and artistically-driven perfume line. As was often the case with defunct luxury brands of the period, Antinea did not vanish immediately—it lingered briefly in retail outlets.
Throughout 1931, remaining stocks of Antinea were offered at heavily discounted prices, as retailers attempted to clear out discontinued inventory from a now-defunct house. These clearance sales signaled the end of a once-innovative fragrance, now reduced to an echo of a glamorous past. Today, any surviving examples of Antinea—particularly in its rare inrō-style flacon—are highly coveted by collectors and perfume historians, treasured as remnants of Poiret's theatrical, visionary world.