That for the perfume, more precisely its ingredients, born of a childhood shared between Paris and Haute Provence. The hills, sometimes luxuriant, sometimes arid, mushrooms in autumn, wild asparagus in spring, lavender, everywhere and as far as the eye can see, fields of olive trees, my grandmother's quince pasta, my grandfather…
A fascination for handmade things, born from the passion and talent of the craftsman, all unique.
Ceramics, glass, wood… but also sculpture, painting, cooking, music… and of course, wax!
All this, washed down with a pronounced taste for simplicity, the mother of French elegance.