Peggy

I turned, and suddenly the walls were filled with powerful paintings, burning with energy and colour, and the walls seemed to come alive, pulsating like creatures. I turned towards her, full of wonder; in response, she pointed to the other side of the room. I turned sharply: lit, dynamic, breathtaking sculptures now inhabited the walls, and a large window filled the room with light, which seemed to vibrate. "Has it always been here, all this beauty?", I asked her. "How could I have missed it?" She looked at me and smiled. She said something about learning from the best and always believing in your own ideas, but I don't quite remember the words. Outside the window, for a moment, I thought I saw New York, and suddenly I smelled a wonderful perfume.

The scent

In the dream, I know this fragrance is called Peggy. A luminous wave of incense precedes her like an aura of charisma. A little intimidated, I gather my courage and move closer. Now I can distinguish the strength of sandalwood, the soft elegance of guaiac wood and the poise of Atlas cedar: the inner resolve of a woman who trusts her own vision. One step closer, and the rounded sweetness of amber unfolds, warm and deep as her passion for art. Musks leave an irresistible impression, as captivating as a woman who made her own life a work of art.