Insense

There is a kind of man that never can be reached. He is independent, solitaire, and tenderly aloof, his soul always on the edge. Everybody wants him, and he wants nothing. I'm thinking of Rimbaud in Charleville, young, adventurous, with...

If you ever travelled through french Provence in September, the vision of the fields under a warm sun late afternoon won't ever vanish from your memory. This perfume, although so British, evoques that memory, but that cannot be a surprise, as we all know...