Sometimes I just rummage a bit through my completely messy, scattered samples, most of which I don’t even remember having, and let myself be surprised. 'Cotton Flower' I read on the plastic bottle and think to myself 'could be nice for going to bed in a whisper of nothing, in this heat.' And so it is: it fits. Neither sensual nor sexy nor seductive, but simply pleasantly fragrant, lightly creamy, clean, proper, without triggering any associations or longings. Like freshly showered and lotioned, and the little child would snuggle up to me and say 'Mom, you smell so good'...