|A bird in flight. Mandarin. The beating of wings, the rustle of feathers. Bergamot. Gliding over Paris. An awakening of early memories,
the essential Memo. A hint of leather. The whisper of the city in the sky, a fluttering heart. Oil of orange. A race to ever-greater heights,
lost in the big blue. A burst of green tea. The hope of new horizons. Escape. Dive into euphoria, soar above the City of Light. Jasmine absolute. Leave forever, then return, an endless journey of discovery.
Lightness and depth. The fragility of contrasts. Forget so as to remember more clearly.