In the lush meanders of a French labyrinth garden, three men, intrigued by a scent, set off on its trail.
Where does this scent come from?
The men weave through, get lost in its green over bursting trail, but persist. The woman blends into the greenery, hiding amongst the boxwoods. Only the fragrance remains. The lively sharpness of citruses pursued by a bold trio of Vetiver.
What is this mystery scent? They emerge into a clearing, where the woman discreetly drops a bottle of the perfume. One of the men approaches, and as she leaves it on a pedestal, he seizes the bottle. The fragrance is now his.
