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Citrus Riviera

Eau de parfum

Starting from cosmopolitan Paris and heading south, I find my destination in the sublime Cap d'Antibes. Here, in this residence of spotless whiteness, I relive long-forgotten sensations: the caress of the breeze that adorns the gallery, the welcoming warmth of the steps sliding down to the garden, and the turquoise sparkle of the water dancing in the pool. Under the protective shade of the lemon trees, I surrender to tranquility and turn my gaze to the vast blue sky, where scattered clouds seem to wander aimlessly. The song of cicadas gradually gives way to laughter filling the air. The sunlight rays, tender in their touch, caress my face, and thus I plunge into a deep calm, enchanted by the melodic sweetness of summer.