Pacific Park by Simone Andreoli The smell of candied fruit, of caramel and crepes comes over Ocean Avenue attracting us towards the pier carousels. You smile like the child you were fifteen years ago and you look me like that afternoon at Luna Park. Return to childhood, regression to innocence in this sunny July at Santa Monica where we feel like children another day and have fun without thinking of tomorrow. We drink a fruit sorbet and we keep our eyes on the other happiness. Here starts our holiday. Memories, rediscovered sensations of a lightweight childhood which follows me with you on each carousel of this pier and it projects in my mind fragments of a child that I had forgotten. A child who used to play without worrying and who ate candies. It is a distant movie from present but now it seems to be so current. I surrender to that past movie to enchants me and carries me away softly FRAGRANCE Gourmande KEY NOTES Mandarin, Pear, Caramel, Candied fruit, Vanilla