A sweet, sandy scent that takes you to the place where only gods dwell.
The alcohol of the gods...
A semblance of realism: a handful of golden sand poured in alcohol that starts to glow, as if by magic, a thousand sequins, a silver shimmer similar to the sea, the disturbing impression of sand that has been rendered almost abstract. A sand of steel, futuristic, perhaps from another world.
sand, rhubarb, muguet, fruity notes, musky notes, green notes
Nicolas Chabot with Amélie Bourgeois and Anne-Sophie Behaghel