Realeperson

If it succeeds in liquefying resins and embedding them in soapy-citrusy freshness in the morning dew of a blooming landscape.

I dare to praise this masterpiece. This is the scent of my childhood, my grandma's dacha, black tea, and dusty mimosa.

It's really not that hard to leave out the violet heliotrope and create this dry masterpiece. Pastel gray-violet.

I never want to wake up from this dream, my soul gets lost in this forest. This is what paradise smells like.

Lightly smoky, strongly spicy wood. The sweetness in the bitterness of the scent annoys me and ruins it. However, the violet behind it is quite lovely.