Tyrannique

She is French, chic, arrogant, stylish. A way of thinking, walking, holding a cigarette, sitting or drinking a coffee. But when the freshness of her mornings, the scent of sensual flowers and juicy fruits are locked in a golden cage, she feels it's time to escape. Distances are there to be travelled, and the smell of freedom is so sweet. In the distance, love for this woman knows no bounds. Her tyranny has reopened the way to a sublime scent, never to be abandoned again.