“The story of blue is at twilight, just before the daylight sacrifices its beauty to the night. This moment of calm, of peace, of loss, of tenderness. The seduction of sadness in a color, in a perfume. L’heure bleue, ethereal poetry, enveloping the nose, creating a vision of feminity, romance and wanting. The perfume is Paris at dusk, filled with longing and mystery: carnation, orange flower, vanilla, labdanum, civet, musk, powdery florals and forgotten memories. The silage wraps its memory around the heart.” ~Dawn Goldworm February 2014 |