A’mmare

The horizon is blue. Bergamot, sunny and brilliant meets Rosemary. Aromatic, sometimes pungent. On the skin the Salt, made into crystal. Clear, unmistakable. A dip refreshes, leaves room for the new. Mint leaves, tender softness, green. Hidden Energy. Now the view is satisfied, the horizon is complete. Cedarwood and Guaiac, precious forest protect Patchouli and Musk, gifts arriving from afar. The magic of the story takes place, all around. A’MMARE echoes her.