Dressed in her gown embroidered with white flowers and lace, and wearing her hair in a slightly tousled chignon, the Fair Lady of Spring brings colour to the universe and lifts the spirits still lingering in the languor of winter. She drifts through budding nature and the beginnings of a clearer sky, converses with the flowers, whistles to the birds, brushes against the trees and crystallises the season: spring and those few pleasures within reach for those who know how to see and listen. 

At springtime... we take the time. Patience is the mother of all virtues, and even more so when it comes to blossoms, beauty and fragrance. After long months of waiting, wrapped in thick woollens and steeped in woody scents, the skin too, longs for joyful perfumes.