The calescent freshly reaped
wheat field merged at the horizon into the sea.
Pathway among burnt grass and singing cicadas:
an anthem to the stifling sultriness.
In the stillness of the air,
while the blue drew closer,
the scent of citrus groves rose…  
The perennial garden of centuries-old temples.

YEAR: 1998

OLFACTORY NOTES
Bitter-orange buds, Orange wood, Myrrh

 

SIZE

100 ml