As the daylight begins to fade, una The schooner is preparing to dock. Its distinctive lines leave no doubt to the keen eye of the observer. "They're pirates..." mutter the old men gathered at the dock as they gaze at the menacing warship. Captivated by the promise of the amber and vanilla aromas of rum and whiskey, a buccaneer rushes to the dock and mingles with the crowd to enjoy a fleeting moment of tranquility during the night's stop. A scent of conquest and adventure, Pavillon Rouge is an ode to life. It invites conquest by day and by night, without fear and with the confidence of those who have defied death for una fortune lost by tempo or for legendary glory
