Saffron Wood/91

London on December 19th, Big Ben rings 9 o'clock. The hustle and bustle of the horns has subsided. A rainy mist colors the grey cobblestones of the streets of Soho and I soak up this damp and surprisingly calm atmosphere. The frenzy of the day has given way to crowded restaurants with the smells of spices merging with those of fashionable tailors. The power of the Saffron and the verticality of the Cedarwood combine with the Rose and her timeless elegance.