Fruit and flowers over a base of slightly sweaty flesh, a lover’s skin in a room full of vases of lilacs and roses, peonies and a plate of fresh cut citrus. You burned incense yesterday and the faint smoky tang of it lingers in the background.
It’s sweet, sensual, wonderfully carnal in the face of so many “clean” modern florals. Very, very sexy.
Thoughts From The Peacock Angel 