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Pine, sage and hay are vibrating in the air of the Napoleonian camp with hints of cades and maquis. The joyful and indulging warmth of thyme, marjoram and rosemary ring like a fife. A moment of peace, right after a battle between dog and wolf. An imperial tent exhaling the perfect scent crowned by the strength of laurel.
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