Paris 1978 and another endless night in one of the world’s wildest nightclubs. Follow it’s powdery scent. Downstairs it’s a Negroni Yuzu for her and a Whisky Sage for me.
Ribbons of tobacco smoke weave their magic. Leaning on the cedar wood bar, I watch her moving on the dance floor. Wafts of myrrh, vanilla, patchouli and oriental rose go to my head. Though I close my eyes for a second, the Bains Douches never sleeps.
Nose: Bertrand Duchaufour.