In the lounge of a Parisian palace, time takes a pause in search of a good reason to continue. The water stirs under a fire of bright flames, the teapot waits patiently. On the table, the cups and saucers organize this daily ritual to which a madeleine would never be absent. Like Proust's madeleine, its tenderness, its scent evoke memories. There is a strong emotional charge in these sweet moments of nostalgia. The feeling that nothing can completely disappear. NOTES: Bergamot, Heliotrope, Bitter Almond, White Musk.