Un Été Français

Saint-Tropez, late afternoon.

The memory of carefree vacations in the south of France, lulled by the waves and summer heat.

The freedom-loving youth of the “new wave” generation and its lightness of being.

A breath of sea air lingers around the gorse’s little golden flower, radiating the delicate scent of coconut, heightened by the sparkle of neroli and the bitter-sweetness of petitgrain.

The freshness of waves that awakens a golden skin, languishing in the sun under a pure blue sky.

While powdered vanilla gently emerges to prolong the soft summery accord of gorse in its trail.