On the French Riviera, there is a moment suspended in time, a secret alchemy between the sea and the sky. A unique, elusive moment. It returns every day, but never in the same way.
Always inaccessible, like a mirage reborn at dusk. Just before night falls, the cliffs glow with an incandescent red, a fiery glow reflecting on the calm waves. It is the Hour of Red, that moment when everything changes, when daylight merges with the gathering shadows, when the landscape bursts into a fleeting passion.
At this precise moment, two souls meet. They hardly speak. Their glances are enough. She, luminous, exudes a dazzling freshness, a greedy embrace of white peach and sparkling citrus, enveloped in the velvet of Bulgarian roses and infused vanilla.
But when the last ray of light fades behind the rock, everything disappears like a mirage. Only a trail remains, floating in the night air, promising a return... at the red hour of the cliffs.
Bergamot, plum, blackcurrant, peach, Virginia cedarwood, geranium, Bulgarian rose, vetiver, tonka bean, vanilla, benzoin
Emna Doghri
