VIRÉE NOCTURNE

It's midnight. You can't resist the call of darkness. A moonlit ride on a Harley along the quays in the never-ending night. An aromatic and invigorating start, hair whipped by the wind, at full speed ahead, full of pride. A woody wake, a leather jacket for his sweetheart who is holding his toned body tight. For one night, their fate and their fragrance are one.