The solitude of a man passes through a sound that accompanies him in his thoughts, the interpretation that he makes of his life, through a little song infinitely repeated. As sounds in the silence, this scent flows through the air, forever waiting. His left hand holds red roses. Who are these roses for? In his right hand, a cigarette between his fingers lingers over a cup of coffee. Stillness, silence. Everyone is alone in his world, where roses grow; the red ones; ones in which he brought with him.

TOP: Bergamot, Ginger, Pink Pepper
HEART: Turkish Rose Absolute, Coffee Extract, Liatrix
BASE: Tobacco Absolute, Vetiver Bourbon, Civet, Sage Musk Absolute, Cistus