Have you ever smelled fresh mountain honey? Bees up in the highlands don’t get a steady one crop diet. They gather all the flowers they found in different temperature zones and honey smells like a heaven’s mix. Complex and pure at the same time.
That is what I smell off my skin in the heat. It has a delicate wind trail and stays with me all day. Radiating from beneath a light t-shirt.
But when the temperature closes to moderate or lower - I digress. All the charm is gone. We’re back in the end of 20th century, dusty hairspray and sadness. Even the oakmoss doesn’t save the situation. Personally I’m a big fan of this accord.
