Rose Silence

Having been raised in Grasse, I remember when, as a child, I was going to the rose fields early in the morning, just before school. The smell of the young roses, together with the crystalline morning air, still untouched by the strong sun, seemed to me, intoxicating and magical. A light fragranced breeze, invisible, untouchable but so crisp and full of fresh sensuality. Mathieu Nardin, Perfumer