AndreiLaowai

Intimate & creamy dirty jonquile, endless steppe reaches, golden coastal immortelle, musty tobacco pouch, wild honey, air, so much air

Take a handful of overripe fruit, piss on it, leave it sunbake, wait until the most angelic flowers will grow through – et voilà Angeliki!

Well, that's bare civet poorly graced with droopy frills - dreadful and pointless. May instead just smother oneself in the absolute.

An emotionally arresting monolith erected in the middle of ruined stables, overrun with wild flora, with only few traces of former life left

Being most complex violet opus I've smelled, it's so tightly wound, it gives hard time picking notes out, yet it's so full of air & grandeur