A lovers reunion in the literary quarter of Saint-Germain-des-Prés.
She arrived striding on air, shoes in hand. Hyperfeminine, with long brown hair, she has the ease of a star. She looks for him, and there he is: sitting on the terrace of the Café de Flore, with a poetry book open on the table, and a bouquet of fragrant freesias (her favorites).
The literary district where we like to enjoy a novel at the same time as a hot chocolate.
HOW DOES IT SMELL?
Shrouded in a halo of bright light and softness. The velvety effect of freesia petals dressed in a cloud of ylang-ylang, a sensation like light linens swaying in the breeze.