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Room 1015

Est. in: 2015, France7 products
About the brand
Stop, rewind. A shiny black stretch limo with tinted windows and gleaming hubcaps pulls up to 8104 Sunset Boulevard. Sepia Polaroid, freeze frame. Time to wind back an old cassette with a pencil to a time when the Continental Hyatt Hotel, aka the “Riot House,” was the place to be.
The 70s was a decade of total delirium for any self-respecting rock group. And L.A. was an inevitable stop on the journey. Between concerts, there were three commandments in the Bible of Rock that all managers had to obey: a crowd of totally hysteric fans in the hotel lobby or, more often, in the darkness of an unmade bed, the tour rider to be followed religiously (24 pages about how to present the yogurt for Metallica) and the art of trashing a hotel room. A place of debauchery and nihilism.
Rumor has it that Holiday Inn rooms had an annoying reputation for being as boring as they were destructive to the soul. When you put wild animals in a cage and keep them in a confined space, it’s no surprise if they end up out of control. After all, they’re born to be wild. So, furniture goes flying, fire extinguishers start spraying, beds break and walls crack. When the California heat wilts the palm trees and burns rubber tires, rock ‘n’ roll turns the volume up to 11. There’s an uncontrollable urge to break everything, to turn everything upside-down.
The Riot House trembled on more than one occasion, but never fell down. In 1972, a TV flew out of Room 1015 and landed 10 floors below in a corner of the parking lot. Keith Richards and Bobby Keys – the Stones’ sax player at the time – didn’t think it worked very well. Q.E.D.
Not to mention the motorcycles in the hallways, the rooftop pool overflowing with bubbles, Jim Morrison dangling from a balcony, the epic battles of Keith Moon from The Who… Or, even more iconic, the Christ-like Robert Plant who took himself for a Golden God above the Sunset Trip with his angel’s hair, Nepalese bracelets and skimpy T-shirt, convinced that he had finally found the Stairway to Heaven.
The electric opiate years. No reason, no faith, no laws and definitely no taboos. Sexual liberation and universal love. But, above all, the metronome of an unprecedented creative explosion. Don’t forget that Lemmy Kilmister wrote the song “Motorhead” on a night off at the Riot House.
Today, Room 1015 remains a place of contemplation. The nostalgia of an era of absolute freedom, where the air still holds the lingering smells of sweat, leather, fur, alcohol, a burned patchouli leaf and an open flight case…
The Eagles sang “Hotel California,” with its supposed satanic undercurrents. There were certainly untamed demons in every hotel room from San Francisco to Las Vegas, from Hollywood to Venice Beach. But Room 1015 clearly outnumbered them all.
Unisex
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Room 1015
Blomma Cult
Bergamot
Cashmeran
Cinnamon
Iris
Blomma Cult is a scented sex symbol from the glory days of the Free Love era, with vanilla and cinnamon liberating sweet, demure violets in a sensual revolution. Smooth, silky cashmeran, rough, spiky patchouli and skin-soft musk slyly offer a world of brand-new temptations.
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Room 1015
Cherry Punk
Cherry
Leather
Saffron
Sichuan Pepper
From underground clubs to the national TV, Punk always had its own style, its own press (fanzines), its own movies, its own poetry...So we figured it should have its own fragrance. Loud like the rehearsal in the room without sound isolation.
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Room 1015
Electric Wood
Ambroxan
Cedarwood
Iris
Nutmeg
Electric Wood is the seared scent of adrenaline sweat, fried amplifiers, and the sacrificial ashes from Hendrix torching his guitar. Metallic ambroxan melts over scorched cedar, sharp nutmeg and powdered iris. This fragrance haunts you like a smoldering ghost rising from the charred remains of rock and roll chaos.
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Room 1015
Sweet Leaf
Angelica
Cannabis
Grapefruit
Jasmine
4:20 am, still on the road.
The sun, as pink as GRAPEFRUIT, is melting on the turquoise horizon. It’s dripping slowly on the blue concrete under your wheels. These purple trees along the road, they wave their leaves like old friends. Red EUCALYPTUS tentacles are sucking up the last drops of the dawn. The whiffs of dreamy JASMINE clouds and CANNABIS floating all around. The green ANGELICA on orange sand looks so unreal...The Universe rolled in a piece of thin white paper, and you’re behind the wheel. Sweet Leaf — the scent of a colourful trip with no destination.
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Room 1015
Ten Fifteen
Iris
Mandarins
Saffron
Sandalwood
“A woody and wild fragrance as a tribute to the 1970’s Rock N’ Roll era. I tried to imagine what could be the scent of this hotel room in which so many things have happened! A burned Sandalwood with fresh notes of mandarin and violet was a perfect match for a rebel touch. Rock On...” Dr. Mike
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Room 1015
Yesterday
Apple Tree
Cardamom
Geranium
Lavender
Yesterday is a fragrance as demanding and elusive as our dreams. Chilled geranium and fresh lavender slowly transform into hazy, warm cardamom and sweet, crisp apple. Bergamot blends into davana and ambroxan. Nothing is as it seems in this shifting, flowing funhouse scent.
Perfumes
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Room 1015
Hollyrose
Black Currant
Black Pepper
Patchouli
Rose
Hollyrose is a bewitching blend of rose absolute, black pepper, soft orchids, leather, and deep patchouli. It’s a crushed-out love note to the groupies of the Los Angeles music scene of the 1970’s, with a feel of blissed-out, warm summer luxury. Room 1015 has done it again with this intensely romantic and elevated eau de parfum.