The Story
Why it exists.
The beginning
Catwalk arrived in 2015, the product of Jacques Huclier's hand at the composition bench. The brief, if there was one, seems to have been about tension: a fruity-floral top that hits with the immediacy of a camera flash, anchored by a smoky, resinous base that earns its staying power. Huclier built the scent to do two things at once. Up top, the fruit notes deliver the bright, instant hit of something fresh on the runway, all sweetness and light. Down below, incense and resins pull the whole structure into deeper territory, the kind of base that doesn't just sit on the skin but settles into it. The contrast between those two registers is the whole architecture. The naming isn't accidental.
What makes Catwalk work is the structural contrast between its two halves. The top and heart are a register of openness: juicy fruit, clean freesia, sweet jasmine woven together into something bright and immediately readable. The accords land with the kind of clarity that asks nothing of the wearer upfront, no decoding, no adjustment period. Just presence. But the base doesn't honor that lightness. Incense and patchouli arrive and shift the ground underneath, dragging the composition into something warmer, more resinous, less polite. That contrast is what the fragrance is actually doing.
The evolution
The opening is loud. Apple and peach arrive bright and almost candied, the kind of fruit note that announces itself rather than whispers, glossy in its sweetness, a little overripe at the edges in the best possible way. Freesia and jasmine take over as the scent settles, and the composition softens into a fuller floral, still sweet but with a creamy weight underneath. The freesia gives it that just-walked-through-a-florist-shop shimmer, while the jasmine rounds the edges and adds a soft indolic warmth. The transition is gradual but noticeable. By the time the incense and patchouli have settled in properly, the character has shifted completely. The fruit is gone. The florals are a memory. What remains is warm, resinous, slightly smoky, with vanilla threading through the patchouli like a soft hum.
Cultural impact
Catwalk sits in Clash's range as the fashion moment, the scent that frames fragrance as performance. The composition doesn't apologize for wanting to be noticed, and the architecture supports that ambition at every stage. The accessible fruit-floral sweetness gives the opening an immediate readability, the kind of opening that registers across distance and announces the wearer's presence without having to be explained. Then the incense-and-patchouli backbone drags the composition somewhere less expected, somewhere with depth underneath the flash. That combination is what sets the fragrance apart.
