Atelier Cologne, Bois Blonds
Warmth and freshness. Thrust open the door on an a winter morning to find the season’s first snowfall. Is it too soon? The scent of peeled clementines lingers on your fingertips and the sun is still warm on your face. The twinge in the air is invigorating though it heralds ice storms and everything cold and dead. The fire burns inside as the last light slips away.