As daylight begins to fade, a schooner is preparing to dock. Its distinctive lines leave no doubt in the keen eye of the observer. “They are corsairs...” mutter the old men gathered at the harbor as they watch the menacing warship. Captivated by the promise of amber and vanilla aromas of rum and whiskey, a buccaneer rushes to the pier and mingles with the crowd to enjoy a fleeting moment of tranquility during the nighttime stopover. Scent of conquest and adventure, Pavillon Rouge is an ode to life. It invites conquest both by day and by night, without any fear and with the confidence of those who have defied death for a long-lost fortune or for legendary glory.