Les Eaux d'un Instant - Immense Peony Angel Schlesser 2020
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Peonies in late summer
Late summer. The sun is high and you can feel the dried grass under your feet. The last overripe strawberries want to be picked before they fall victim to the wasps and that's where the scent starts.
A sugar-sweet strawberry in my hand, already so ripe that it threatens to melt in my hand. I understand you wasps who don't want to let me have this delicacy.
The sugary scent continues to accompany me to the pink peonies, which are in full bloom. The ants have secured their place there, in my mind I wonder if they can perceive the beguiling peony scent the same way I can. It is fresh, clear, beguiling and so familiar to me. I sit down in the shade of the peonies, the very light taste of strawberry still in my mouth.
The day passes, the sun retreats a little and the peonies slowly begin to close. An inner peace and contentment surrounds me.
It is this so simple fragrance, its sugar-sweet strawberry, peonies that slowly recede over hours and are bedded in musk at the end, that carries me back to a carefree memory.
A sugar-sweet strawberry in my hand, already so ripe that it threatens to melt in my hand. I understand you wasps who don't want to let me have this delicacy.
The sugary scent continues to accompany me to the pink peonies, which are in full bloom. The ants have secured their place there, in my mind I wonder if they can perceive the beguiling peony scent the same way I can. It is fresh, clear, beguiling and so familiar to me. I sit down in the shade of the peonies, the very light taste of strawberry still in my mouth.
The day passes, the sun retreats a little and the peonies slowly begin to close. An inner peace and contentment surrounds me.
It is this so simple fragrance, its sugar-sweet strawberry, peonies that slowly recede over hours and are bedded in musk at the end, that carries me back to a carefree memory.