IamCraving

And once again, I'm dreaming. Dreaming myself into that long-awaited scent that has become longing itself. Longing for what? For departure. Yet at first I didn't want to dream at all. Wide awake, the cloudy wet hits...

When I write about a fragrance - and it doesn't happen that often - it usually jumps right at me. Of course, there are also the favourite scents, those that have made it into a top so-and-so folder, those that touch and delight...