Extension of a branch fallen between the wet moss and furrowed by our UNCERTAIN STEPS AMONG THE TREES who move the cathedral of mystery, without horizon. The measure of things is missing, the breath of everyday life is missing, in the dark green frozen by the THIN CLOUDS THAT RESHAPE THE SHAPES with a humid pride.
OLFACTIVE NOTES:
TOP NOTES: Vetiver, Sandalwood HEART NOTES: Botanical musks, Palo Santo BASE NOTES: Dew
