TrudonHino

Dry genmaicha ... green tea and roasted rice grains ... the cooled green tea infusion transforms into a mellow woodiness ... the white-pink innocent sweetness of spring fruit tree flowers takes on the form of a powdery dust floating in the air ... after settling, the composition embraces the body with a soft oil. The scent develops suddenly like a frightened Koi fish and sticks to the skin just like body lotion.

Oh my, is that Nishane or Amouage? Once upon a time it blows from Greece to the Middle East...a thick flow of fragrant molecules. I think the wind is calling for beautiful silky non-tea bergamot, soft oily pepper, supple stems of cypriol, luxurious herbal hay for Arabian thoroughbreds, drying damp clover, the polished wooden stable of the sheikh and the polished horse air-conditioned by the savannah breeze.
I blush slightly, I read about the scent, it is also about roses.