“In Tanneron, where the harsh mistral blows, a sea of yellow fills the eyes. And, as Albert Camus wrote to Maria Casarès, ‘the slopes crumble beneath the mimosa trees’. So redolent of springtime rebirth, their perfume instils calm and a strange sense of omnipotence. All roads are open…” 
Head: Mimosa absolue
Heart: Hawthorn, Rose
Base: White Musk
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