A child can charm us or annoy us with the same cruelty. A child can be irresistible with his sweet angel smile but he also knows how to drive us crazy. Beneath the angel, the feigned innocence of a demon.

After the soft top notes of orange blossom and marshmallow, the unexpected accord of coffee, leather and cold tobacco breaks, a strident symbol of our sleepless nights. True to his reputation as a “polymorphic pervert”, this mini-sized tyrant is only happy when he manages to impose his whims, something he always manages to do.