Dancing along the paths of a garden redolent with May roses and jasmine, she reaches the entrance to a grand palace, behind which a fabulous “festa” sparkles with life. Dizzy from a waft of bergamot-spiked Prunol, she climbs the monumental marble staircase. She then slithers toward the ballroom in her fluffy taffeta gown. Feather- and sequin-bedecked masks cavort, seek out and play with this mysterious newcomer draped in powdery pink.
An all-night party in a rose-colored palace
Deep beneath her diaphanous skin beats the thrill of a feather-light, bewitching love potion of a perfume, which resonates on the base notes of a baroque melody wrapped in a sensual cloak of leather and white musk.