Verbena

Just a flick of the wrist. The leather jacket drops leaving only bare skin clad in a tank top. Rose Oud as sexy understatement. Cool show.+2

The bitter soul of the blackest currant. Pepper seeds glowing purple. The echo of subterranean thunder. Rocky layers shaken in the deep.+4

Bitter wind and leather rags. Silver spurs, untamed and bold. Man's primal scream. Scent legend carved in mossy stone.+5

Such tiny white flowers wrapped in shady dark green. Vehemently fragrant. Invincible. Enchanted. The eternal return of a smile in May.+4

Bloom. Spice. Treacle. Almost glowing. Dark and sweet and thick and slow. Ever so slow. There‘s no hurry anymore when all is said and done.+3

Tosca is the comfort that my beloved granny once gave to me. I cherish a bottle as a keepsake so I can meet with her in my dreams.+2

What once was a unique character has been finally drowned in a painful mainstream tragedy. What a pity, Zoologist, what a pity indeed.+6

Old friends. Sat on their park bench like bookends... No words needed. Deep friendship cherished in the warm smoke of clove tobacco.+3

The gentle powdery breath of mellow bloom, wood, smoke, and leather. A scent displaying noblesse and delicate beauty.+2

Carpenter’s workshop. Wood shelves, oil-coating, varnish and sawdust. Genuine fragrance, warm, grounded, down-to-earth, and honest. Simply great!+3