A new scent comes into being…
Sage green. Lightness of being. The time of day where sunshine is not golden but rather warm in its neutrality. Filtered and fleeting. The moments in-between that have no labels; a slip into presence where life is passing by and the fragrance of impermanence laces the air. A still, shimmering void of peace: you need not take on a tangible form here. Allow yourself to float and be at ease. Close your eyes and imagine this: the soft mirage of fairies wings catching the rays falling upon white lilies - magic swirling, ever so softly, in each shapeless second.
Light,
Pure
Elation.
Number 12
Notes - immortelle. muskroot. oudh.
Feeling tone - light. rooting. lifting.
