Today I remembered my first love (and some other memories) after finding our old vase.
When I was young, I wrote a fable about an alien who loved pineapples. But only very specific observations. His human partner wouldn't like how they fermented, and they couldn't speak the same language. I think nothing makes sense when you're in love, and even the smallest things become more important when you're intoxicated by it.
In the following days I swam a lot. Sometimes it was like waves of lavender that brought sleep, and more often than not, waves of gin and tonic drowned me.
There were always tears at the end, burning my cheek and salting my cup. But there was no end to them.
Perfume ingredients
Editorial:
Pineapple, black pepper, pink pepper, lavender
The heart of the fragrance:
Gin drink
The rule:
Salt, Javanese vetiver, cedarwood, tonka beans