Wild Veil Perfume

Full moonlight shines on shadowy faces. Eucalyptic shadows flit from the Otherworld on ethereal strings of pungent herbs like sage leaves in the nettles. A flickering hiss. Bengal flames in the tops of the lonely Joshua tree somewhere in the cold...

It's damned humid here, nevertheless, I start my journey at the lower end of the Amber Road, so to say at the foot, the destination is not far away I can already smell it in the distance I don't have a map it's best to always follow...