Dirty Rose PK Perfumes 2012

I stand in the attic of my grandparents' old barn, which has long been abandoned. Light streams through the tiny casement window at the gable, illuminating the small room. In the corners, cobwebs filled with wood shavings hang, captured there decades ago. Dust floats between the incoming rays. The emanations of the old suitcases and chests that have been stored here for as long as I can remember linger in the air. Mixed in is the scent of the dried wooden beams and the meager, crusted remnants of the pitch coating on the ridge beam. I gently place the old picture back on the floor, which I had picked up earlier. It will stay here. Only the memories will I take with me. I carefully descend the steep wooden stairs to the hayloft and from there continue down the old crooked ladder to the ground. The barn door creaks shut behind me. One last time, I turn to the place where I spent a wonderful time of my childhood and say "Adieu!" forever... with tears in my eyes.

Many thanks to PallasCC for the sample.