With her small feet and proud face, she hurries through the crowd on the boulevard. A fleeting silhouette, barely a...
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With her small feet and proud face, she hurries through the crowd on the boulevard. A fleeting silhouette, barely a shadow, she is the Parisian bohemian. Grisette, with her pink complexion and innocent look, runs and hurries towards her fickle suitor. Yet she thinks of the Other, and dreams, with tender eyes, of the romance that is beginning. A promise truer than the oaths of old: a first kiss under an awning. Grapefruit and bergamot, citrus fruits announce the simplicity of some roses, Morocco and Bulgaria. In the heart, discreet and wrapped in a cloud of incense, the concrete of iris takes shelter. Musky and amber at the same time, the woody cedar base is softened by a Madagascar vanilla absolute.
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