Dear Stranger, This letter might never reach you even though this is for you, just like this perfume. Our eyes have only met once but I feel like I have always known you. We were on the Paris-Venice train, that day when the train stopped in the middle of nowhere at night. You were leaving when I was just coming in for dinner. You brushed past me, I looked at you. You said “Sorry! My eyes stared at you, your profile, your eyelashes curves, the hem of your lips. One second which will last for eternity. One second, just enough time to create this perfume. It tells the story of this moment that has made such an impression on me. Everything was there. The sweetness of your voice, your gestures grace, which the musk roundness and the sandalwood and vanilla mellowness, seize so well here. Your silhouette outlined by the light, I see it as graceful as a white flower.