Lazarus Douvos – ROSE 1845

A sensory experience absorbed into the very essence of life. Delicate notes of this fragrance, like a momentary love, become an unforgettable memory.
The fresh petals nestled at the base of an ancient fountain relic are swept away by the dew of spring’s caress.

An infinity of passion can be contained in one minute, like a crowd in a small space.

Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary