Today I remembered the week before Christmas. Sunday, December 12th.
He has been waiting at the train station in Paris for years, for a promise she made six months ago in Vienna.
People around me are coming from the exhibition, bringing flowers, drinks, and sweet moments we shared. Kind words.
We also had many plans. We talked about a lot in a very short time.
Yet he said very little.
You gave me all that was left of me, and I gave you all that was left of me.
A small child is crying on a bench to my right, his hands touching a cup of hot cocoa for the first time. I'm cold too.
My hands are cracked, and yours are gone.
I applied sunscreen to remember the better days.
Perhaps next year.
Perfume ingredients
Editorial:
Spicy mulled wine, Advocaat, Mandarin, Narcissus, Hyacinth
The heart of the fragrance:
Plum, Panettone, Poison, Zakher Cake, Honey, Macarons, Croissants, Candied Almonds, Chinese Cinnamon Leaves, Orange
The rule:
Cocoa, hand cream, milk, toffee, tobacco, sandalwood, fir balsam, myrrh, dice, ebony wood, snowdrop
