Coriandre Jean Couturier 1973 Eau de Parfum

“Where is he then?” “Come on, be brave” … with bared teeth, Coriandre runs towards you. He keeps his distance. Aggressively, he huffs his aldehydes and coriander at you. Not as sweet as he looks, in his emerald green coat. You feel unsettled by his bold demeanor, but you show nothing. You must not show fear now - be open. Patience is the motto. With ears perked, he maintains his distance. He watches you and slowly dares to come closer. His freshly washed fur exudes this initially contradictory, pleasantly friendly floral aura. Iris, rose, jasmine ... and a hint of exoticism. You sense spring, even though it is the dead of winter. "Will we be friends?" At least a bit of respect could be expected. His cozy, floral-scented fur helps you relax and remain steadfast. Coriandre inches closer to you. Now you also catch the mossy-earthy scent - which seems to emanate from his paws - suggesting the path he has already traveled in this wonderful nature. Now he too becomes a bit more relaxed. You extend your hand to him, and he rewards this gesture with friendliness. His existing animalic quality and age-related woodiness he now wags towards you in a friendly and approachable manner. “He's not going to hurt you,” calls the owner from afar ...