A linen sheet flutters on a bright marble balcony. Morning caresses it through the seams, the wind playing with warmth straight from the citrus orchard in full bloom. The branches sway, bend, until the juicy inflorescences tempt the fruit to bloom.
As the light rises, the rays drown out the powdery palette of the yard. It seems as if even the slightest breeze will give in, trapping the greenery in the heat. The eyes catch the shadow.
Only the tops of rare trees offer it. You explore the dryness of the trunks, the jagged ridges, feel their perfect unevenness. Everything has stopped, only warm gusts occasionally tell about themselves over your shoulders. Stop too. Listen. They have something to say.
"...the scent that makes the sun reach its zenith."
Capacity: 15ml
A linen sheet flutters on a bright marble balcony. Morning caresses it through the seams, the wind playing with warmth straight from the citrus orchard in full bloom. The branches sway, bend, until the juicy inflorescences tempt the fruit to bloom.
As the light rises, the rays drown out the powdery palette of the yard. It seems as if even the slightest breeze will give in, trapping the greenery in the heat. The eyes catch the shadow.
Only the tops of rare trees offer it. You explore the dryness of the trunks, the jagged ridges, feel their perfect unevenness. Everything has stopped, only warm gusts occasionally tell about themselves over your shoulders. Stop too. Listen. They have something to say.
"...the scent that makes the sun reach its zenith."
Capacity: 15ml