Then as you graduate to the weekend, you go for great walk in the woods or outdoors. You get tempted by the fresh and crisp fragrance of the gardens: of the orchid blooming, of the flower converting into the fruit, slowly but surely, and you live the fabulous vert raisin—the transformation of those nice, tight, round, thick little berries that will eventually become grapes. This is what you feel. You open your shirt and you breathe in. You welcome the first sun. You embrace the freshness of the landscape and you dive into nature. That is Joséphine.