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In the warm sunshine of autumn I float over finely spun wood and enjoy the hazy sky above me and the slightly animalistic earth below me.
I am Ambergris. Ambergris from Etro
After the initial nervousness I stick my chewing gum to the bright garden fence on which rose hedges rub tenderly.
Bergamot peeps out, various resins shimmer in the background and a light brown scent of split wood - piled up to dry on the warm south wall - is accompanied by caramel beeswax.
It hums and hums softly in the amber light with vanilla and patchouli. A breath of cinnamon flies over the stone garden steps. Dried grass drizzles in the fine cracks and straw dries sweetly along the wayside.
The fragrance creates its own space. Individual elements become less and less readable. And after a mysterious approach - everything is interwoven - you are taken away into a beguiling aura that flatters you.
Small cushions of air and scent scurry above everything. Dream particles are. In the finest honey light.
I am Ambergris. Ambergris from Etro.