Some looks say more than words ever could. Some perfumes tell everything. Poise and elegance. Self-mastery and distinction. Vertigo and folly. Sans Un Mot threads through the crowd, a lofty and enigmatic woman who leaves a mysterious trail behind her, seemingly unaware of the turmoil she causes as she passes. She is like the fantasy vision of a femininity that is both delicate and dignified thanks to the grace of a powdery fragrance. To all appearances inaccessible, she exudes victorious sensuality that has no need for speeches, let alone words.
" Brushing by a loved one without saying a word, just leaving a trail they will remember forever. Luminous mandarins sheathed in greenery, a bouquet of fresh jasmine on a powdery base of violet and sultry white musk. A look, a trail, without a word spoken. "