RivageFrom Maison Violet Alone, sprawled in his car with the seat reclined, he listens to the murmur of the waves, his gaze lost in the wild expanse of the Atlantic. The biting winter cold seeps through the fogged up windows, while the briny scent of seafoam still clings to his wetsuit, a fleeting echo of the waves he conquered the day before. Yet, another fragrance lingers in the air: the sharp, herbal freshness of a lavender sachet, once tucked into his