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. 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.
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.