A vegetal poem on a dry hay bed. The perfume of a childhood spent running around in meadows, venturing through the deep mossy woods and the mysterious moors of the Breton countryside. A nostalgic stroll on the other side of the mirror, in an enchanting landscape, with hawthorn groves blossoming in the very first days of spring, when earth is damp and the grass is lush, when the flowing water sings and the first flowers bloom, gently spreading their scent all around the prairies.
The perfume family: green, fougere, floral
Notes: galbanum, angelica, violet leaf, cassis, magnolia, hawthorn, green hay, tonka bean, orris, oakmoss
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