Noble Musk Nights Jesus del Pozo 2015

Sunset, chirping crickets, ocean sounds, blustery wind and 32° C.

This perfume tells a story, let me tell you:

It was a warm summer day in Tuscany. Already when I got up this morning it had already 35 ° C. The sweat was already on my forehead this morning, I remembered, as I lay down in my lounger under my favorite tree after a busy day. An old apple tree. The only one far and wide.
I smelled fresh apples and the nearby lemon orchard.
Somewhere very faintly in the background I smell something flowery and wonder what's blooming this time of year. I try to figure it out. I'm thinking spring flowers, but then I realize it's already late summer. Eventually, I decide to just enjoy the smell. I turn my senses back to other things.
I think back to the day I spent shopping for spices this morning. When I went to the market, it smelled like pepper, but so delicate. I didn't even like to classify it that it was pepper. I remember the delicious currants I tasted. I remember smelling the tonka beans because I love the smell of tonka beans. An apple falls down on me and I startle myself up from my thoughts. I begin to notice the environment again.
The sun shines through the leaves of the tree and slowly disappears into the horizon behind the cedar trees.
The warm air takes the delicate scent of the cedar forest. From gust to gust, the smell becomes more intense.
I decide to take a sip of my tea. I taste the spices. I taste the cinnamon. As quickly as it came, however, it was gone. I think to myself, there must be other spices in there. But I unfortunately no longer know which.
The sky now shines in a deep dark red. I enjoy this moment, because soon it will be dark. I think to myself "that will be a beautiful night".