In Zanzibar, sitting beneath the immense clove and cinnamon trees, the tropical monsoon rain gently slaps my face. I am happy, a clamminess tinged with precious woods and millennial-old exotic spices enchants and awakens my senses. A wind laden with amber blows and urges me to share a moment of pleasure as a privileged perfumer. – Lucien Ferrero, Perfumer
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