The hour was near. She added the finishing touches, slipping on a bakelite necklace and stealing her mother's coat on the way out. She threw it nonchalantly over her bare shoulder as she walked out the door. The powdery, sensual scent of her skin mixed with the very feminine and reassuring fragrance of her role model filled her with incredible confidence. She was ready to embrace the promise of a new and grand night out in Paris.
What We Think
Bursting with youth and excitement, red fruits leap out of a bed of creamy and powdery iris and land in a bushel of earthy, grounded patchouli.
