A red flower grows in the city. Simple and beautiful. Fragile and strong. Unpredictable, the poppy blooms where you least expect it. On concrete on a roof or under water, the red petals release their poetic charge. A sensual powdery floral, a subtle balance around three accords, signed by Alberto Morillas. Rose, Violet and Hawthorn sign the flowery agreement. Vanilla, white musks and opoponacus create the powdery accord, pink berries and vibrant incense. A poppy soars upwards, opens and remains suspended, as if balanced on a crystal tower. Touched by such grace, the tower bows forward, imperceptibly. Serge Mansau adds a touch of bold simplicity to this ethereal bouquet. The poppy has no smell, Kenzo created its perfume. The scent of a unique and timeless flower, capable of growing in the city.