Take “Quelque chose dans l’air”, with its lively notes of magnolia which spell sincerity, softness and the magic of golden hour. It draws us irresistibly to the wearer and we let down our guard, for when has an iron fist ever been sheathed in a velvet glove? Unless?
Discovering osmanthus flowers on a tropical mountain shrouded in mist. The surprising contrast of leather and verdant osmanthus contrasts with moist and mysterious woody notes.