Cap Camarat Eau de Parfum

Heading South. Setting sail. The freedom of golden lace-like rock stands out, the brilliance of the deep blue triumphs in the shade of pines. A cashmeran wave. Then dreaming on the deck of a boat, sandalwood and amyris, of the pleasure of a dive as vivid as a fruity accord. And then feeling on the skin the audacity of the Mediterranean sun, the tacit pact between the essence of ylang-ylang and Madagascan vanilla absolute. Reconnecting with indolence, with the simple, enveloping joy of a marine horizon. Blue upon blue upon nirvana.

Head southward. Set sail. Drift away from the shore and into a trail of scent. It carries the soft sounds of bodies moving through summer and velvety labdanum. Welcome the sight of a little fishing harbour turned movie backdrop. Follow the echo of a shell. Let your eyes drink in this placid port of pink peppercorns, the Golfe d’Azur and French Riviera, recalling all the legendary scenes, dreams of patchouli and jasmine-eyed actresses. Suddenly, in the course of the voyage, nature takes the leading role. A magnificent lighthouse appears, its giant light projected on Cap Camarat through a mirage of benzoin. Golden rocks jut out in a freeform filigree while the sparkling, blue expanse prevails over the shady pines. Cashmeran laps like the waves. You daydream all the while in sandalwood and amyris on the pontoon of a boat, delighting in a dip that offers the briskness of a fruity accord. Your skin tingles, then, with the mighty Mediterranean sun – a tacit agreement between ylang-ylang essence and Madagascan vanilla absolute. You reconnect with languid leisure and the simple, comforting joy of an ocean horizon. Blue on blue on a backdrop of paradise.