Alcools Jardins d'Écrivains 2018
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Fiery Leather...
I'll happily wear it as a "depraved socialite"!
It takes off on an intense, aromatic note of distilled wormwood. A beautiful "forbidden liqueur", green, fresh and very slightly aniseed. It's not unpleasant! But it is evanescent!
An airy liqueur, full of freedom, an invitation to go wild. A fiery intoxication that keeps me off balance!
I'd love to take a walk around this barn, to get some fresh air on a night full of stars and promise. This barn lined with woods, birches and their resins weeping invisible wisps of smoke.
I've tasted some of that elixir! The one that lifts us to happy, ephemeral love.
I'd like to dare! I'd like to enter that stable... And join...
I'm still hiding near a few lilac bushes whose flowers are about to bloom!
Because it's still cold, at the very end of winter. And I'd like to lie down in these dry hay fibres, my frail body in search of softness. Waiting for the gentle rays of the sun...
And with them, the tender, delicate, green and pink notes of this lilac. The slightly aniseed and powdery scents. Bathed in a lovely tonka bean.
Finally, the arrival of fine weather...
The promise of new adventures, in the strong arms of Arthur R!
Now I'm a long way from the salons of Paris, far from those salons with their polished leather armchairs, full of smoke smothered in their imposing stone hearths! Which I'd love to return to next winter!
But without Rimbaud!
It takes off on an intense, aromatic note of distilled wormwood. A beautiful "forbidden liqueur", green, fresh and very slightly aniseed. It's not unpleasant! But it is evanescent!
An airy liqueur, full of freedom, an invitation to go wild. A fiery intoxication that keeps me off balance!
I'd love to take a walk around this barn, to get some fresh air on a night full of stars and promise. This barn lined with woods, birches and their resins weeping invisible wisps of smoke.
I've tasted some of that elixir! The one that lifts us to happy, ephemeral love.
I'd like to dare! I'd like to enter that stable... And join...
I'm still hiding near a few lilac bushes whose flowers are about to bloom!
Because it's still cold, at the very end of winter. And I'd like to lie down in these dry hay fibres, my frail body in search of softness. Waiting for the gentle rays of the sun...
And with them, the tender, delicate, green and pink notes of this lilac. The slightly aniseed and powdery scents. Bathed in a lovely tonka bean.
Finally, the arrival of fine weather...
The promise of new adventures, in the strong arms of Arthur R!
Now I'm a long way from the salons of Paris, far from those salons with their polished leather armchairs, full of smoke smothered in their imposing stone hearths! Which I'd love to return to next winter!
But without Rimbaud!
Oliban
