ROSAMONDA

“That morning the air was cool, still damp with dew. The harvest was finished, the baskets were filled with sparkling roses just begging to be caressed. On a whim that morning, I scooped up a handful of dropped sepals, being careful to avoid the thorns. I raised my fingertips to my nose, the smell intoxicated me. An instantaneous olfactory journey, unique in the fields of Grasse, at day's end," Fabrice Pellegrin, Perfumer.