I open my eyes in the darkness of my room and see, through the open window, the sun coming up. The day rises and I have only one desire: to venture into the garden ... This morning, the grass is dressed with dew. The freshness of the air surrounds me and I feel the effusion of the favorite flowers of Mom. Almost on tiptoe, I push the small wooden gate and enter the rose garden. Behind me, the house is still asleep ...
Refined in the old world French tradition, this delicate white flowers liquid soap leaves hands clean, soft and richly scented.
