fragrance notes: valaya

by parfums de marly

Fragrance Profile

• Perfumer: Parfums de Marly

• Nose: Quentin Bisch

• Origin: France

• Season: Spring and summer

Kelley’s Notes

This scent conjures gossamer linen grazing sun-warmed skin, kissed by light that glints across a shimmering sea.

Valaya is sweet peach nectar trailing down your forearm; sand-dappled skin on the shores of Lake Como, a Bellini in hand and a straw hat tilted just so. It’s a midsummer girl crush made of summer and sweat, of something golden and ungraspable. It’s a languid nap in afternoon sun, waking slowly as a sea breeze slips through gauzy curtains.

When to Wear

Wear Valaya when the sun feels like a lover, calling you into the light. When your skin glows and you remember your body is sacred, sensual, alive. Wear it with bare shoulders and loose hair, with no destination but the day itself. Carry a straw bag, a secret smile, and let the scent become your summer talisman.

Fragrance Notes

• Top: Bergamot, Mandarin, White Peach

• Heart: Orange Flower, Nympheal, Vetiver

• Base: Akigalawood, Ambrofix, Musk

On my skin, Valaya starts like warmed peach musk laced with white florals, and is one of the rare scents that dries down without much alteration. This is one of my favorite fragrances of all time.

Pair It With

Pair it with a straw bag, white sunglasses, and this playlist.

Witch’s Work

Valaya is a spell for slowing time. A nectar-soft enchantment that drapes the day in silk and sun, awakening the senses one by one. She reminds you that to move slowly is to move with power—that pleasure is a portal, and presence is a prayer.

Anoint yourself with Valaya when you long to stretch the hours like honey, when you want the world to taste sweeter, feel softer, glow golden. She’s for ritual mornings with bare feet and warm tea, for licking juice from your fingers, for slipping into a dreamlike rhythm that turns the ordinary into the divine.

Wear her when you’re ready to be touched by everything—by breeze, by light, by the sheer beauty of being alive. Let her be the veil between you and the rush, the whisper that says: there’s no need to hurry, love—magic is already here.