Otto does not introduce himself, he simply walks in. Thyme and lavender bring an aromatic freshness, like a garden after rain, and rose appears right away, velvety, like a flower pinned to a lapel.

The heart is refined and almost hypnotic: orange blossom, powdery orris and cedarwood, like a good jacket draped over the back of a chair. Toward the end, incense, amber, vanilla and patchouli fill the room with a deep warmth, an old library by lamplight. The perfect candle for an evening of wine, vinyl and conversations that run late.