Vanilla Azure

Head southward. Set sail. Drift away from the shore and into a trail of scent. It carries the soft sounds of bodies moving through summer and velvety labdanum. Welcome the sight of a little fishing harbour turned movie backdrop. Follow the echo of a shell. Let your eyes drink in this placid port of pink peppercorns, the Golfe d’Azur and French Riviera, recalling all the legendary scenes, dreams of patchouli and jasmine-eyed actresses. Suddenly, in the course of the voyage, nature takes the leading role. A magnificent lighthouse appears, its giant light projected on Cap Camarat through a mirage of benzoin. Golden rocks jut out in a freeform filigree while the sparkling, blue expanse prevails over the shady pines. Cashmeran laps like the waves. You daydream all the while in sandalwood and amyris on the pontoon of a boat, delighting in a dip that offers the briskness of a fruity accord. Your skin tingles, then, with the mighty Mediterranean sun – a tacit agreement between ylang-ylang essence and Madagascan vanilla absolute. You reconnect with languid leisure and the simple, comforting joy of an ocean horizon. Blue on blue on a backdrop of paradise.