
Sagamore, a traveller in search of new sensations. A horse cuts through the undergrowth, gilded by autumn. Leather saddlebags flapping against its flanks. The rider is returning home. From the orchards of the family castle, he can already smell the fresh scent of the citrus picked during the summer. Almost exotic perfumes, which will instil in him the urge for new conquests.
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