Serge Lutens Perfume
The first time my nose received a wiff of Serge Lutens perfume was in a bistro in the Marais. My husband was ski racing in the Italian Alps and I was spending a few days in Paris. Makes sense. I had stopped for lunch in the Marais and was seated at the bar next to a fashionably dressed older French woman. Fashionably dressed French woman is probably redundant. Is there ...

