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L'Eau de Paille
A foray into a field of wheat where the heat and crisp straw wisps battle for the attentions of a gentle late-summer sun.
"I remember the stalks tangled in his hair, but I remember the colour as well: it was blond. His essence was that of a dry eau, for those who don’t like to get wet." Serge Lutens
A foray into a field of wheat where the heat and crisp straw wisps battle for the attentions of a gentle late-summer sun.
"I remember the stalks tangled in his hair, but I remember the colour as well: it was blond. His essence was that of a dry eau, for those who don’t like to get wet." Serge Lutens
Serge Lutens
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A foray into a field of wheat where the heat and crisp straw wisps battle for the attentions of a gentle late-summer sun.
"I remember the stalks tangled in his hair, but I remember the colour as well: it was blond. His essence was that of a dry eau, for those who don’t like to get wet." Serge Lutens