Louve Collection|Parole_d'eau -Dans le bleu qui pétille

-Dans le bleu qui pétille : « First your hands

come night-time

blood prepares to flow

In the sparkling blue

"To be neither touched nor seen is the prerogative of spirits

Louve Collection|Parole_d'eau -Dans le bleu qui pétilleAn iconic creature since the mists of time, here the she wolf retains her mystery, tainted with an almond bitterness. A singular, white enigma, a solitary figure at the top of her snow castle. Her tracks lie hidden in the mists of time. A solitary figure in her silent snow castle. She is woman, mother, she wolf. Her heart is but a white almond. Bitterness, the magnificent word louve and this even more exquisite perfume. Serge Lutens Rounded shoulders