When they speak to each other, it’s a filtered language, a private exchange. One adores, the other abides––for the lover sees what the beloved cannot. LA, captured through Parisian eyes, succumbs and is made new. A refreshing Coca-cola marries a smooth-shelled macaron. When you look around, are you still in the same place you started?
Top~ key lime, ginger, “cola accord”
Mid~ neroli petals, coriander seeds, thyme
Dry~ “macaron accord,” amber, musk