The first breath carried me to a sun-drenched forest, where cedar trees stood tall, their bark rich with history. The wood’s dry, resinous aroma grounded her, steady as an old melody.

Then came the vanilla, warm and enveloping, like the embrace of a long-lost love. It softened the edges of time, turning moments into nostalgia, wrapping me in sweetness that lingered on the skin.

But it was the angelica that bewitched me. Green, slightly musky, like the scent of a secret garden hidden beyond the world’s reach. It was the unexpected twist, the mystery in the familiar, the whisper of something just out of grasp.

I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply. It was not just a scent—it was a story, a memory waiting to be lived again. As I stepped into the evening air, carried the exquisiteness with me, knowing that some fragrances are more than mere aromas; they are echoes of the soul.