The most bohemian stop on this unforgettable journey is the mythical Paris during a rainy autumn day, but warm with winding watercolours, blended as in painting by Renoir. The smell of the rain beating on the slate roof mixes with the stone streets lit by dim lights. A small fire at a crossroads of Montmartre heats musicians and acrobats that await tourists after the rain.
The magical atmosphere is seeped with precious and rare scents that echo the mysterious art of a timeless place. One of the most complex and structured perfumes of the collection, where all the pleasing non-conformist notes are enclosed. A creation without compromise, just like the bohemians, heedless of the thoughts of others and with a strong personality.
A creation that can be worn and mostly understood, only by those who really have a spirit free from all conditioning, from every stylistic conformity. Its uniqueness is perceived from the outset, with an unusual explosion of camphor that stuns like a glass of absinthe drunk in a moment, a strong counterpoint to the swell of laudanum and cognac, grafted onto the strength of precious woods, led to the absolute by unobtainable resins, reflected in turn in the smell of slate and laurel, all emphasised by the fire of the wet road.
A solid black bottle like a stone building that captures the essence of artistic madness, and not confined by any style prejudice.