Fleur Danger by Thomas De Monaco: The Flower That Pierces the Future

Written by Eveline Nagajeva

Thomas De Monaco Parfums has launched Flowers for Future line, a visionary garden that doesn’t try to recreate flowers as we know them, but instead imagines what the blooms of tomorrow might smell like. Abstract, futuristic, and deeply thought-provoking, the collection invites us to reflect on the dialogue between nature and technology, beauty and innovation — and on evolution and consequence.

Images by Eveline Nagajeva

As we move ever faster toward progress, what becomes of our natural world? Will the flowers of the future still bloom as they do today? Or will they mutate, lose their scent, or fade into memory? Can we truly protect nature by ceasing to exploit it — even in perfumery? Can synthetic molecules replace natural ingredients without losing beauty or emotion? In my opinion, Flowers for Future suggests that they can.

The collection features three completely different interpretations of the “future flower” — Jade Amour, Neo Eden, and Fleur Danger — each unusual, conceptual, and emotionally charged. But the one that immediately captivated me was Fleur Danger, created by Ugo Charron, one of the rising voices in contemporary niche perfumery, known for his experimental approach to synthetics and molecular structures.

Fleur Danger was built around the idea of silver — a metallic vision wrapped in tension and steel. It’s described as a flower that doesn’t bloom but pierces — and that’s exactly how it feels. The aldehydic, saffron-metallic tone gives it a sharp, almost alien edge.

On my skin, Fleur Danger opens with spicy, metallic saffron and iron-like steam, while raspberry, wrapped in soft woody and suede undertones, cuts through the cold aldehydic accord.

Fleur Danger feels undeniably futuristic, not the bloom of tomorrow, but of a far-distant future. A future where everything is digitalized, AI governs the planet, and humans wear silver suits with glass helmets. Gardens no longer look the way they once did. Plants are nearly extinct, and the few that survived are sealed inside protective glass capsules. Flowers, hydrated by steam, grow from fiberglass structures, untouchable, almost sacred. You can’t pick them, they’re too fragile, too dangerous. All you can do is observe their grace, feel the cold loneliness of this new world, and catch the fleeting whiffs of a flower that smells of raspberry, a nostalgic raspberry from a world long gone...