The afternoon unfolds in layers of scent and light. I sit beneath the cedar tree, reading... The breeze is bright, alive, moving through the garden like thought. It brings the first shimmer of geranium leaf and Sicilian lemon, quick and green, a scent that catches the light like a silver blade. Then, the roses. They lean into the air, full and fresh, their sharp sweetness almost shocking after the citrus. The garden hums with life: petals opening, leaves trembling, sunlight deepening into gold.
This rose is no dowager; it’s an ingénue with perfect posture. Geranium keeps it clean and quick, jasmine gives it flesh, cedar lends gravity, and amber — that quiet, golden hum — anchors it all. The air itself seems to thrum, half floral, half mineral, alive with that peculiar English freshness that smells of rain remembered rather than falling.
Somewhere between one page and the next, I’m gone. The breeze turns the paper; the scent tilts, deepens. I am walking through a jasmine-filled emporium, the kind that exists only in dreams — dusk pressing close, the air thick with heat and honey. Lanterns flicker above baskets of amber; shadows are soft, forgiving. The same rose walks with me here, but she has shed her lace and slipped into silk. It’s sultry now, luminous with spice and longing, clove and wood breathing low against my skin.
A breath, a rustle of cedar needles — and I’m back in the walled garden. The light has changed; everything glows a little warmer, as though the dream had leaked into the air. I close my book, my pulse a little quicker, the scent still unfolding — green to gold, bright to shadow.
This rose does not look back. It balances perfectly between innocence and desire — an English garden with a secret memory of faraway nights.
Floral Notes: Sicilian Lemon, Rose, Geranium, Jasmine, Clove, Agarwood, Cedarwood, Amber.
Mist between 8-10 inches (10-25cm) away from your body and let it develop on the skin, but please do not rub - it spoils the oils. A little tip I use is to mist my hair - it helps the scent to last longer and each time I move, it releases a little more. I also keep my Parfum in the fridge, the cool air helps to preserve it and when I do mist it on my skin, it feels wonderfully refreshing.
Finding your perfect scent takes time - experience it with our 2ml sample or explore our Discovery Sets to indulge in the luxury of choice.
The afternoon unfolds in layers of scent and light. I sit beneath the cedar tree, reading... The breeze is bright, alive, moving through the garden like thought. It brings the first shimmer of geranium leaf and Sicilian lemon, quick and green, a scent that catches the light like a silver blade. Then, the roses. They lean into the air, full and fresh, their sharp sweetness almost shocking after the citrus. The garden hums with life: petals opening, leaves trembling, sunlight deepening into gold.
This rose is no dowager; it’s an ingénue with perfect posture. Geranium keeps it clean and quick, jasmine gives it flesh, cedar lends gravity, and amber — that quiet, golden hum — anchors it all. The air itself seems to thrum, half floral, half mineral, alive with that peculiar English freshness that smells of rain remembered rather than falling.
Somewhere between one page and the next, I’m gone. The breeze turns the paper; the scent tilts, deepens. I am walking through a jasmine-filled emporium, the kind that exists only in dreams — dusk pressing close, the air thick with heat and honey. Lanterns flicker above baskets of amber; shadows are soft, forgiving. The same rose walks with me here, but she has shed her lace and slipped into silk. It’s sultry now, luminous with spice and longing, clove and wood breathing low against my skin.
A breath, a rustle of cedar needles — and I’m back in the walled garden. The light has changed; everything glows a little warmer, as though the dream had leaked into the air. I close my book, my pulse a little quicker, the scent still unfolding — green to gold, bright to shadow.
This rose does not look back. It balances perfectly between innocence and desire — an English garden with a secret memory of faraway nights.
Floral Notes: Sicilian Lemon, Rose, Geranium, Jasmine, Clove, Agarwood, Cedarwood, Amber.
Mist between 8-10 inches (10-25cm) away from your body and let it develop on the skin, but please do not rub - it spoils the oils. A little tip I use is to mist my hair - it helps the scent to last longer and each time I move, it releases a little more. I also keep my Parfum in the fridge, the cool air helps to preserve it and when I do mist it on my skin, it feels wonderfully refreshing.
Finding your perfect scent takes time - experience it with our 2ml sample or explore our Discovery Sets to indulge in the luxury of choice.