When we had just opened our Parisian boutique, one of my colleagues asked me for an hour to pick up two rosebushes from the Bagatelle rose garden sales. He returned to the Palais Royal on his old vintage Vespa, the flower pots on the luggage rack, soaked by a rain shower. Under my nose, the scent of old roses, the smell of damp earth and green leaves after the rain and the Vespas exhalations of petrol and leather… A snapshot of Italian Dolce Vita in the heart of Paris, which I will freeze in a perfume: Bagatelle Roma.
Unisex
4.50 / 5 | (10 reseñas)