Vetiver

Under the veranda, he gazes at the sky, streaked with clouds. A storm breaks out. Contrasting scents rise from the ground. The scent of wood, heightened by the warm humidity of summer, is pierced by sparkling, disorienting notes. He loves the feel of cool linen against his skin. He loves being there. He loves VETIVER and he knows why. Because of his genuine strength, which comes from Vetiver, which reveals its true essence in a single breath.