It is dawn and the marieuses are preparing to pollinate the orchid flowers from which the vanilla pods will be born.
Tradition has it that this gesture of love takes place at the hands of expert women, who take the place of bees.
It is not just gourmand, it is the olfactory tale of growth and maturity, an evergreen climbing vine. The green notes of fleshy leaves and the still unripe pod that comes from the flowers; the flower warm and sugary, reminiscent of the careful and gentle gesture.
The base is warm amber and liqueur.