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.+4

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