A suspended moment at the top of a wild landscape, the first song breaking the calmness of summer mornings. The promise of a new day filled with freshness and inspiration. It is the speeding wind that splits, jumps, fuses and springs out of time to predict the second after. It is the resonant murmur that awakens the senses. Nuée Bleue is the faithful messenger, the subtle witness of instant intensity.
Nuée Bleue was imagined as the calm before the storm. In the heart of the cloud blows the humid freshness. Already you can hear the tender rolling of the orange blossom and the zesty clacking of the lemon. In the distance, behind the iridescent vapours, the gold dust of the cashmeran sparkles in the infinite. Soon the musk of the clouds will encompass the tops of the sandalwood trees and the air, in the sweet hour, will gorge itself with the Nuée Bleue.
