Hair wrapped in a scented scarf, off to explore the countryside. Green tomato leaf. One eye on the convertible's rear-view mirror, a nonchalant smile on your lips. Vanille absolute. The red leather steering wheel sets the cheeks on fire. Myrrh resin. Beauty stretches out lazily with each passing mile. Pink Pepper Essence. An impromptu lover's siesta in the seats of the cabriolet. Leather accord. An embrace as sweet as a love spell. Punk Pepper Essence. Italian Leather speaks the Italian of Rome, the one you whisper in your ear.