"This is the scent of the gardens of my childhood, the Jasmine of my father." Tells us Celine Ellena. "I remember for summer days, when the night extended, soothing and the dozing earth gently breathed the fragrances of flowers, wood and plants, sensual and intimate. The evening breeze brought us great hot whiffs of fruity and musky Jasmine, with creepers stormed the dry stone walls which supported the "boards", these strips of soil espalier found in Grasse. This is probably why I associated this flower to greed and carnal exhalations of the earth. “
Jasmine is an ephemeral flower, a flower firefly lights up the night with its fragrance, which softly goes off and disappears at the beginning of the day. It is a white and fragile flower, a little shining star of perfume in the shade of gardens with asleep fountains. It has the delicacy of Botticelli women and the power of heated leather notes under the sun.