Hauto, Jeroboam: En Pointe, Into the Spotlight

© Sigurd Magnor Killerud

Some fragrances flirt with the edges of your memory, lingering like a half-forgotten secret. Others demand your attention with the audacity of their presence. Hauto by Jeroboam doesn’t choose sides—it dances between the two, a silent yet electrifying ode to skin and intimacy. Created by perfumer Vanina Muracciole in 2015, this scent invites you not just to wear it, but to explore it, as if following an invisible map traced across your own body.

A Prelude to Desire

© Sigurd Magnor Killerud

The first encounter with Hauto is like opening a window to a world where sunlight feels heavier and shadows more alluring. The effervescent bite of pineapple tangles with the sharp clarity of bergamot, a combination as unpredictable as it is irresistible. It doesn’t shout “fresh” so much as it murmurs “come closer.” There’s an energy here that’s less about the brightness of day and more about the golden hour, when possibilities flicker in the fading light.

A vintage undertone emerges, a whisper of delicate cypress mingled with the airy sweetness of tuberose. It carries the soft, powdery elegance of pouchy, old-world makeup, and it’s a scent that feels timeless and yet surprisingly youthful thanks to the crisp, almost playful freshness of the pineapple. The fruit doesn't clash with the vintage elegance but lifts it, infusing it with a modern twist that feels like a fresh breeze sweeping through a grand ballroom of the past.


A Heart That Beckons

As the opening notes soften, Hauto begins to reveal its true nature. The creamy decadence of tuberose rises like an intoxicating wave, mingling with the unexpected thrill of spiced petals and the velvet richness of rose. This tuberose has an elegant, almost vintage dustiness, like the soft scent of a luxurious powder compact, evoking old Hollywood glamour with a delicate, refined charm. Yet, it never feels heavy—its powdery sweetness is light, almost playful, lifting the fragrance into the present.

The heart of Hauto feels lush and full-bodied, yet never overwhelming, like a dance where every step is perfectly timed. There’s something hypnotic about the way these notes intertwine—familiar, yet tantalizingly out of reach. Together, the fragrance becomes a ballet of contradictions: timeless elegance with a fresh, youthful edge.

An Ode to Jeroboam Paris

Jeroboam Paris has established itself as a brand synonymous with excellence in perfumery. Their creations, always in extrait de parfum concentration, are a testament to the art of blending richness and complexity with elegance. Hauto, like its siblings, is an unapologetically bold fragrance, offering exceptional longevity and presence that never goes unnoticed. This isn’t just a scent—it’s a statement.

With the recent addition of the 100ml bottle, Jeroboam caters to the needs of fragrance lovers who wear their signature scent generously or fear the heartbreak of running out. The larger format ensures you can immerse yourself fully, without restraint. For those who prefer variety, discovery, or the convenience of travel, the original 30ml size remains the perfect option—compact yet potent, ready to accompany you on any adventure. This thoughtful range makes Jeroboam’s masterpieces accessible to every kind of fragrance lover.

© Sigurd Magnor Killerud


An Invitation to Play

Wearing Hauto isn’t just about adorning yourself with fragrance—it’s an act of self-expression. To fully embrace its spirit, why not turn it into an artistic ritual? Spritz the perfume generously, pour yourself a glass of bubbly, and gather your closest friend for a playful photoshoot. With a Polaroid camera in hand, let the scent guide your imagination. Does it transport you to a Parisian speakeasy, or does it evoke sultry summer nights on a hidden rooftop?

Let Hauto lead the way—pose with abandon, laugh until your sides ache, and capture the moments where beauty and mischief intertwine. Each snapshot becomes a keepsake of how this fragrance doesn’t just stay on your skin but becomes part of your story.

© Sigurd Magnor Killerud

This product was provided by Jeroboam


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