Delice Des Dieux
The peachy bliss of the hot house, still and silent in the walled garden, where the sun’s warmth permeates brick walls and petals fall in a whisper. Suddenly a scent escapes and flies across stone steps, box hedges and along paths billowing from the creamy flowers so heady with fragrance. Bury your face in tuberose, in jasmine and breath in the edible intoxicating elixir. delicious. The a door opens into a cool church, and there is a moment of space for of sweet sultry summer, cream and satin, pearls and champagne, a spray of flowers sings its own song as the light pours in, music dances to the rafters, and the scent hums an exotic celestial note. Time stands still while summer shifts on the breeze.