Giardinetta

A sunny morning. Gasoline, leather, the roar of an immortal engine, exhaust smoke, tobacco, a liqueur.
 
You're wearing tweed and driving gloves; in a convertible - memory of a racing era.
 
The wind caresses your face as you wander, briskly leading your thoughts. You smile and feel good, knowing that you are at the wheel- not just of a car, but of your own world.
 
“Giardinetta” extrait de parfum: lead your life