The burning cold, the invisible predator, the blinding snow, the immensity as a compass, the exalted nature... From the immensity, suddenly, a caravan emerges, without a sound, sea of blue snow, ice palace, running, at the foot of a carpet of coriander, fairy tale, always ready to fight, the leather of wolves, proud, Siberian smile on his lips.

Mémoire - bougie coriandre