Clotilde Davenne

lotilde DAVENNE grew up in the countryside, at the foot of the Morvan. This childhood in nature forges her sensitive approach to the world. Everything is smells, flavors, colors, in a mixture of sensations renewed every day. With her nose in the air and her taste buds on the alert, she learns the scents of plants: linden, acacia, mint, crushed grass, meadow roses, damp undergrowth... There are also those of the garden: artichokes, peas, beans, which she often crunched on the spot. Games in the orchard: cherries, plums, raspberries and walnuts, until returning to the...