PAVILLON ROUGE - JOVOY

As the daylight wanes, a schooner prepares to dock. Its distinctive lines leave no doubt to the keen eye: <unk> this is a Corsair or he has got the wrong raft! <unk>, mutter the old men of the harbour. When the wind rises, there is no doubt, the Jolly Roger clacks and whistles a Memento Mori, you know. In the shadow of the Red Flag, a short life is better, as long as it is intense!

Aspired by the promise of the amber and vanilla aromas of rum and whiskey, a flibustier leaps goguenardly onto the quayside and blends into the huddled crowd - a fleeting moment of tranquility on an overnight stopover!

He knows his proud ship will be gone before dawn, leaving behind a trail of exotic spices and precious woods, the treasures that fill its holds, and the promise to an elegant woman to return one day.  If only God would give him life.

The perfume of conquest and adventure, Red flag It invites us to conquer day and night, without fear and with the confidence of those who risked death for some fortune and legendary glory.

Barrels of rum, fruit, leather, available, a perfume for her and for him, very fusion and deliberately seductive, perfect for those who stick their noses out of their trays and face the gaze of others with passion and facetiousness.

Notes for the Heading
Whiskey
Fresh or chilled
Fresh or chilled
Fresh or chilled

Notes from the Heart
Leather
Tobacco
Coffee
The tea.

Notes of substance
Wood from Ebony
Fresh or chilled
Benjoin