Les Heures de Parfum


The world stirred, greeting the day with the fresh joy of morning… Cleansed. That first gleam of light that caressed the eyelashes was soft peony, a stream so clear we could have bathed naked in it, sheer ROSE blossoming into life. Mouth, neck and shoulders, it mingled with the air with no airs, untamed and fresh lychee like a smile that still recalls the child. Everything seemed new and bright at the silver thread blooming AMBER WOOD source from which this translucent hour shone, its exquisite reflections dissolving everything, wrapping ionones in a cloud of pure emotion.