Jasmin Rouge Tom Ford 2011

There is this longing in me, an almost painful desire for security.

10 years ago was the last time I visited my family in Tunisia.
Daddy drives along a dusty uneven road, people leave their houses to welcome us.
When they arrive at my grandmother's house, all my relatives are standing, storming towards me, embracing you with perfect, unconditional, sincere and pure love... Arrived...
The house is surrounded by jasmine.
The wind blows and Jasmin embraces us.

I go to the roof, look at the dusty street, the mosque calls to pray, children's voices echo through the alleys, the wind blows, I breathe deeply and Jasmine embraces me again.

Yesterday I discovered through a friend Jasmin Rouge.
I put it on and had to defend myself with all means against it and not to tear myself up in tears in front of all the people on the spot.
I felt a kind of sweet pain and security.
Wanderlust and homesickness with a single breath.

I wore Jasmin rouge one day and it made me more perfect.
I run through a crowd of people and in my fantasy I leave a sillage of my personality.
I leave behind love, security, curiosity, hope, innocence, cordiality, strength and intimacy.

I think Jasmin Rouge has been waiting for my return.