In Paris nothing disappears, anything can come back to life. In 2015 the Bains rises again. Once again everything goes in the Maison Guerbois under the deeply burnished domes and cupolas, in a subtle spiral of cardamom and ginger, patchouli and cedar wood, incense and amber. The Spa, the nightclub, the hotel. Dance, linger, dream, perspire, drink, watch, sense, seduce, doze. All the yesterdays and now. This is LES BAINS ; 1885, 1978, 2015.
Nose: Michel Almairac.