After the dappled shade of chestnut, a narrow lane. After opening the windows, satin sheets. A passerby exclaims his love. Sunlight bounces off the neighborhood balconies. I’m going home after this dream. Unspoken, but not unknown. You don’t need to tell anyone—we know and, after all, that’s what matters. The lingering feeling of our skins touching. A sense of myself far away and entirely present.
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Eau de Parfum
Top Notes: Bergamot, Honey, Lychee
Heart Notes: Turkish Rose Essence, Vanilla, Heliotrope
Base Notes: Tonka Bean, Tolu, Sandalwood, Ambergris