Italian Leather

Anyone with a dream should go to Italy, to prolong that dream, to give it a thousand lives and fill it with joy. Italians are like cheerful French people. They leave behind the splendors of Rome, a glance in the rearview mirror of their convertible, a nonchalant smile on their lips, and their hair blowing in the wind. La dolce vita often begins with escape. The red leather of the steering wheel sets their cheeks ablaze. On the road, beauty unfolds lazily. Man has integrated himself into the landscape without disturbing its curves; the roads embrace the sensual shape of the fields and valleys. It seems that the diversity of languages ​​stems from the difference in climates. Italian leather speaks the Italian of Rome, the kind you whisper to each other half-asleep in the seat of your convertible, a nap as impromptu as it is amorous. It combines the simplicity of a green tomato leaf with the refined beauty of leather, myrrh, and vanilla absolute. A waking dream. Pink pepper essence, petitgrain essence, blackcurrant buds. Cistus absolute, galbanum essence, clary sage essence, green tomato leaf, iris concrete. Vanilla absolute, sandalwood essence, tolu resin, opoponax resin, myrrh resin, benzoin resin, leather accord, musk