Very Vetiver

DESCRIPTION

He carries with him the April’s forests, where rain and sunshine follow one another on the pearly wood. Opal light through the foliage, the dreamer strolls under a light woods dome. His footsteps lead him to a marvellous meeting, a contact with his native land from which his hands cannot extricate themselves. He then stands face to face with these long, narrow, shiny leaves, rising in the wind in slender waltzes, high in the foreign skies.

Shivering wings, shivering leaves, this vetiver, with its north wind of pink berries, is one of those wise and pure breaths that leave an indelible mark on the mind.

Seized by the harmonious marriage of ginger, he delights in this root fragrance.

In the hollow of his skilful hand, he places a few basil leaves whose light vapours rise in the evening air; the forest thus falls asleep in the last whisper.

Like long echoes that merge far away, the white musks come together in a deep and gloomy unity. It is in this field as far as the eye can see, as vast as night and brightness, that perfumes, colours and sounds respond to each other.

There are fragrances as fresh and bright as flesh and as sweet as oboes.