It was cold in Paris that day in October 1975 when Philippe received a handwritten note from Mischa Barinov of St. Petersburg; an invitation to see a rare private collection of antiques. He left by train that same evening. Two days later, he arrived in the studio of a villa on the Griboedov Canal. Sitting in a Louis XIV bergère next to the fireplace, he was enveloped in the mixed scents of old leather-bound books, the crackling fire and the steam of black tea rising from a spectacular samovar. Mischa appeared on the threshold. "Thank you for coming. I think you'll find it's worth the trip. But first, tea... "Then, regarding Philippe's obvious obsession with the samovar," Tobrak bronze, circa 1775. "
Black Tea, Milk, Honey, Coriander