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clean ghost
Peach fuzz and white linen. Daydreamy, pure, cottony, ephemeral. There’s got to be a pale rose hiding in plain sight. Maybe it’s the wild orchid, but I’ve never registered much scent to any orchids I’ve met, wild or domesticated. I cannot find a whit of bergamot or sequoia. Like her siblings, she speaks at a whisper and has a mayfly lifespan. I feel like Liis fragrances are what I’d expect a beautiful, benevolent ghost to smell like, Floating especially.
Mental Snapshot: A chintzy boutique hotel, somewhere in the countryside. Your suite has frothy lace curtains and a cornucopia of decorative pillows, which always seem to find themselves artfully arranged back on your bed, even when you set them on the divan. A trolley arrives with breakfast on bone china, but you have yet to see any staff. Once you check out, you lose all memory of the place.
tl;dr: clean ghost
Mental Snapshot: A chintzy boutique hotel, somewhere in the countryside. Your suite has frothy lace curtains and a cornucopia of decorative pillows, which always seem to find themselves artfully arranged back on your bed, even when you set them on the divan. A trolley arrives with breakfast on bone china, but you have yet to see any staff. Once you check out, you lose all memory of the place.
tl;dr: clean ghost