As daylight starts to decline, a schooner is busy readying itself to dock. “This one must be a privateer...” mumble the old people assembled in the port. Sucked in by the promises of the amber and vanilla aromas of rum and whiskey, a buccaneer rushes out onto the dock and blends into the crowd. A perfume of conquest and adventure, Pavillon Rouge is an ode to life. It invites conquering both day and night, without any fear and with the confidence of those who have braved death for some long-lost fortune or legendary glory.