‘From their meeting was born a wish: To trace together the trail of an imaginary pilgrim. A scent that wanders between heaven and tide, to the rhythm of inner steps and gaping horizons. The fiery, biting sea spray reveals an immense landscape, a submerged prayer. From a journey at the crossroad of a sacred quest and a pagan call, the sanctuary incense mingled with the strand seaweed, and the iodic mist salted the faithful heart. An olfactory pilgrimage, austere and atmospheric, where each inspiration becomes contemplation.’ – Anais Biguine
