An address. A cocoon. A refuge on the edge of town. A candle as a tribute. A scent as a gift, to console the soothing effluvia of weathered furniture; of a country house. It's the crackling autumn. Waxed wood warms the heart. Vague memories of a violin maker's workshop
Honey of peace and serenity. Sandalwood... guaiac... incense... The sacred scent of childhood, where we return to cuddle. A flame of comfort. A miracle of generosity. The softness of a refuge. To carry with you.
The uncompromising quality of these fragrances offers remarkable staying power and sillage.
"13 galerie Véro Dodat in Paris."
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