My caprice.
One of the nicest things we can enjoy in Spain in March, is the flowering of over a million cherry trees on the valle del Jerte, painting a sea of white flowers of sublime scent that will turn into the fruit of desire: cherries. Impossible to resist the temptation to interpret it, impossible to resist the temptation to wrap it in musk.
My caprice.
One of the nicest things we can enjoy in Spain in March, is the flowering of over a million cherry trees on the valle del Jerte, painting a sea of white flowers of sublime scent that will turn into the fruit of desire: cherries. Impossible to resist the temptation to interpret it, impossible to resist the temptation to wrap it in musk.
We are all familiar with our visual image, but not everyone knows that it is only complete thanks to a special fragrance. Both must get along and live in harmony, as the fragrance precedes presence and lingers in absence. It sheds light on the image and defines personality, reveals values, and adds uniqueness. It evokes memories, awakens feelings, instills confidence, and supports style and glamour. It cloaks nakedness with a delicate veil, speaking of presence. It penetrates, awakens, seduces. It creates desire, magic, and power, adding allure and charm. This is a message. This is art. It speaks silently on your behalf. This is your olfactory image.
