“After a buttoned-up opening, the perfume begins to bloom. Sandalwood rises in all its glory, creamy, deep, polished, warm. Osmanthus opens beside it in its most apricot-lacquered register: fruity but shadowed, golden but oh so fuzzy-sueded and tactile, so vivid I can almost taste the stone of the fruit in my mouth. What was once cold blue becomes the warmth of peachy soft lights. The silk robe is no longer folded away in darkness, but inhabited: shoulders, wrists, arms moving through air, fabric dancing with each movement, getting warmer as it’s lived in”.
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