The solitude of man passes through the sound that accompanies him in his thoughts, in the interpretation that he makes of his life, through a small song infinitely repeated, which sounds in the silence, a perfume. He holds a bunch of roses, ever careful not to drop them, a cup of coffee and a cigarette between the fingers of his hand. A moment of reflection.
Bergamot, Ginger, Pink Pepper
Abs. Turkish Rose, Coffee extract, Liatrix
Abs. Tobacco, Vetiver Bourbon, Civet, Abs. Sage, Musk, Abs. Cistus Labdanum