Hair wrapped in a scented scarf, off to explore the countryside. Green tomato leaf. One eye on the rear-view mirror of the convertible, a playful smile on the lips. Vanilla absolute. The red leather of the steering wheel brings a flush to the cheeks. Myrrh resin. Beauty stretches out lazily with each passing mile. Oil of pink pepper. An impromptu lover’s siesta in the seat of a cabriolet. Leather accord. The gentle glow of fire burning like a love potion. Italian Leather speaks the Italian of Rome, the one murmured in the ear.
As vast as the peninsula that inspired it, Iberian Leather gives boundless expression to its fullness and power. Continental, integral and proud, from Spain to Portugal, the Iberian soul greets the ocean horizon, that salutary elsewhere.