In Provence, night is falling on the rose garden of an elegant property in Saint-Remy. A young woman lies dreaming at the foot of a great tree. While stroking the sweetly scented flowers filling her wicker basket, she gazes at the shifting nuances of a sky where the stars are just starting to twinkle. The petals slipping between her fingers exhale the delicate sensual notes of Damask Rose from Turkey. The walker plunges into this delicious harmony, a sophisticated balance between the eternally sweet perfume of flowers amber, the intense blue of a fading sky. Enchanted, she loses track of time forgets the love that awaits her behind the closed shutters of the enormoushouse.