‘Haute couture still crackles beneath the cellophane.
Have you ever smelled osmanthus? It has white or orange flowers. Its small flower crowns explode with a scent of jasmine and mandarin. In warm summers, it also creates a fresh breeze.’ - Serge Lutens
When night falls, it reveals the stars and unveils a swarm of divine creatures. The velvety pirouettes of moths fluttering around a glowing lantern. Creatures of darkness, crickets and other inhabitants of the shadows, hidden from view, guard the secret of the night.
