Laudano Nero

Paris on a rainy autumn day: warm rain beating on slate rooftops, stone streets lit by dim lights. A small fire at the crossroads of Montmartre heats musicians and acrobats, waiting for the tourists to return. The magical atmosphere is steeped in precious scents that echo this timeless place: an unusual explosion of absinthe-like camphor, a swell of rich labdanum and cognac, and a strong vein of precious woods.