Gris clair... Serge Lutens 2006

I see a rocky mountain range, some rocky surfaces are covered with lavender fields and conifers rise sporadically towards the sky. The wind has already blown the lavender seeds into the crevices of the rocks years ago, providing a pleasant coolness. However, the rock is warmed by the sun and invites you to linger. I settle down and let the noble and classic scent of lavender rise into my nose, the wind coolly caressing my face while the rock provides comforting warmth. The few conifer trees and tree stumps remind me of the scent of airy forests, interwoven with light, sweet smoke trails of a procession. I feel comfortable and relaxed.

Lavender at its best!