Saud S.
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I visited the Guerlain flagship boutique on April 14 — a visit I had dreamed of for years. As a loyal Guerlain client in Riyadh, Dubai, and the UK, I’ve always held this Maison close to my heart. My admiration for Guerlain is deep; I study the history, know the collections intimately, and proudly own most of the L’Art & La Matière and Les Légendaires range.
Unfortunately, my visit to the Paris flagship was far from the experience I hoped for. The service was nearly nonexistent. No one offered to show me exclusive pieces from Les Parisiennes or any boutique-only creations. I was genuinely looking forward to discovering rare extraits and hidden gems—perhaps even pieces I didn’t yet know existed.
I’ve always associated Guerlain with excellence, elegance, and respect. I’ve even photographed products from my personal collection out of sheer love for the brand. I know and admire great artists like Thierry Wasser, and I came with sincere excitement and high expectations.
But the reality was disappointing, almost heartbreaking. It left me with no desire to return.
I’ve attached photos from my visit, including one of my own Shalimar bottle—a true icon. If anyone from the Maison would like to understand more about my experience, I would be open to sharing. Because I still love Guerlain… and that’s why this hurts.