The bouquet strikes the first chord, a prelude to a carnal complexity that is more tactile than plump, and only gives of itself gradually to a distinguished and crystallised exotic finish.

A rereading of Japanese botany, revealing a Maillard-Blanche dialogue where the seductiveness of open-fire roasting meets airy verdure — a Janus-like expression of both warmth and coolness.

First it unfolds, like a wave built on rhythm, then it envelops — mature and distinct — before withdrawing into a velvety, lingering horizontality that patiently stretches towards a generous sensation.