A mid-morning sun lifts off the Mediterranean as the minivan peels away from Cannes and climbs toward the lower Provençal hills. Lavender-silver terraces give way to citrus orchards, and the air takes on an impossible clarity — the smell of orange blossom and jasmine sharpening like punctuation. By the time the driver folds the map away, Grasse is sitting above the coast, its narrow streets carved into a slope and its perfume factories opening their doors to visitors. This half-day private circuit stitches together the pragmatic pleasures of region — a historic perfumery, an artisanal confectionery, a chocolate maker and a drive through the dramatic Gorges du Loup — into five compact hours of sensory geography.