Yiringo

You dripped flower honey on a freshly washed and conditioned white shirt that is being dried in the sun. Smooth, delicate, fresh, uplifting.

I wish I could have this leathery, smoky, chocolate bliss bottle. But on my skin, there's a nasty aspect of rusty metal.

Fresh and young roses are melancholic in the cold and dark embrace of eucalypt. It's a weird combination of fresh and noire vibes.