My devotion for jasmine resides in my childhood in Grasse. When he was small, he used to harvest jasmine at dawn, picking up white porcelain flowers one by one, his smell was green, transparent and intoxicating. At noon, the last of the last White Petals issued a warm aroma to Azahar. At night, the forgotten flowers, now yellowish, emanated a happy and deep animal fragrance. If his perfume was paced at the time of day, then his nature never changed. Admiring this work of nature was my inspiration to imagine the perfume in a different way, to play with your elements and change its effects to make it unique and forever jasmine. »Jean Claude Ellena. Notes: Absolute Jasmine Nail Clavel Almizz