When the city wakes up, we find ourselves wandering aimlessly towards the Grand Palais ... the sun rises, the avenues disappear behind the Seine, guardian of the secrets of Paris. The water flows sensually under the Alexandre III bridge up to the iron lady that implores loyalty to the enchanted river ... pear head notes and rhubarb with an enveloping and intriguing heart of rose, white flowers, patches and ginger on a soft and enveloping background of mosses, amber and vanilla