As daylight starts to decline, a schooner is busy readying itself to dock. It’s distinctive lines leave no doubt to the sharpened eye of an onlooker. “This one must be a privateer…” mumble the old people assembled in the port as they gaze across at the looming warship; “he must have made a mistake, docking here!” As the wind rises there can be no more ambiguity for a Jolly Roger slams into view and whistles a Memento Mori that reminds us that life is fragile, so we must live it well. But here the skull and crossbones are emblazoned on a red flag, meaning a short but good life is better!
Sucked in by the promises of the amber and vanilla aromas of rum and whiskey, a buccaneer rushes out onto the dock and blends into the crowd for a fleeting moment of tranquility during his overnight stopover. He knows that his proud ship will be gone before dawn. Disappeared completely, leaving only a trail of exotic spices and the precious woods of the treasures that fill his holds alongside the promise he made to an elegant woman to return one day “provided God gives her life”.
A perfume of conquest and adventure, Pavillon Rouge is an ode to life. It invites conquering both day and night, without any fear and with the confidence of those who have braved death for some long-lost fortune or legendary glory.