In late spring, the bees arrive at Joseph Mul’s fields near Pégomas, France, at around nine-thirty each morning. The unmarked fifty acres border a gravel path, which veers off a country road that cuts through a sheltered valley. To the northeast, one can make out the dark-blue mounds of the pre-Alps. A tickly breeze blows in from the Mediterranean, a few miles to the east. For non-pollinators, the site is almost impossible to find. This is intentional, as, since the mid-nineteen-eighties, the Mul family has had an exclusive partnership to grow jasmine and roses for Chanel. The company uses the flowers to make Chanel No. 5—a perfume that, in the way of a Cavaillon melon or a piece of Sèvres porcelain, comes from a specific place.
When the roses bloom, the entire fifty acres must be harvested in two weeks. Mul works with his son-in-law, Fabrice Bianchi, to supervise a crew that comprises seventy pickers (mainly Turkish women, many of them related) and four videurs (mainly French men, into whose burlap sacks the women empty their aprons). They were expecting to haul in thirty-seven tons of flowers.
“We have a phrase, ‘la fleur au flacon’—the flower into the bottle,” Olivier Polge, Chanel’s head perfumer, or “nose,” said, explaining how the setup presents a competitive advantage. “I’m able to work like a painter with his special colors,” he said. “It’s our own Pantone of perfume.” Polge, who is the fourth nose in Chanel’s history, took over the job from his father. Mul’s cousin Jean-François Vieille oversees the factory. As he explained how blossoms become smells—aided by a pedagogical poster tracing the process from raw material (petals) to concrete (a waxy solid) to absolute (a highly concentrated oil that goes directly into many perfumes)—workers dumped sack after sack of roses into a giant metal vat, as though they were offloading loot in a heist film.