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Spirit is the invisible force that takes you higher. Upwards, onwards. Transparent, airy ambroxan and mysterious violet, black pepper and mild musk. The oxygen for your soul.

The fog lets down its cape over the sleepy valley, but a whisper breaks the silence. The flower hour has arrived. The pale petals reflect the golden shimmer from the amber. All of a sudden, the meadow is a stage where white florals and bergamot sing in harmony. A soft symphony composed by the sandalwood trees.

Nobody knows you like you do. The tiny freckles on your neck, the soft skin on your thighs and the muscular shoulders. How you get chills of content when you put on your favorite cashmere, the tingle on your tongue when you bite into a fresh pear and how your fingertips can’t resist the urge to touch the flower petals. The scent of your own skin’s bouquet is irresistible.

He gathers his magic from the ancient wisdom of nature. Sandalwood keeps the secrets of the forest. Suede honors the animal warriors that came before us. Wild strawberries and irresistible orange blossom for lust. Each ingredient is carefully placed in the cauldron, the magic rises towards the skies. The power awakens.

She keeps her head high. The hairs on your arm stand guard even before she arrives and desire pulsates through the body. Her beauty is delicate jasmine, her determination weathered amber wood. Her laughter flows along the halls like melted chocolate over sweet citrus. Her crown sits steady on the dark waves.