
LA MATIÈRE DU VENT
How to give substance to the fleetingness of a perfume? How to illustrate the convergence of all ancestral paths, the crossroads of caravans laden with essences from all over the world, carrying the innumerable elements that make up a single drop? How to describe this immaterial drop which, before evaporating, unleashes myriads of emotions and dwells inside the heart? How to describe through a dress or an ethereal fabric, the song of the roots, the resins and the wood, the feast of flowers picked at dawn and the air that they perfume?

























































