Top Notes 
Calamus
Saffron
Heart Notes 
Palmarosa
Frankincense
Iris
Violet
Ylang-ylang
Base Notes 
Tobacco
Gaiac wood
Nagarmotha
Vetiver
Araucaria
Cedar
Oakmoss
Patchouli
Sandalwood
Tolu balm
Tonka bean
Vanilla
Aerodynamic Pencil
Kylesa
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Of Love, Pain, and Melancholy
Is it the longing that holds us captive?
Are it the many memories that drift like clouds in the sky?
Is it the desire for closeness, painfully sharp in our souls?
Or is it the moment that keeps us together forever?
On this afternoon, the sun shone through the small window.
Soft warm light danced in the room and gently touched her skin.
She stood up and put on her saffron yellow dress.
She combed her shiny black hair and loosely pinned it up.
On the small wooden table stood a fine vase with a bouquet of softly fragrant flowers. They gently released their scent.
She closed the door behind her and walked into the stairwell. The air seemed soft and waxy, laced with diffuse dark smoke.
A delicate sweetness spread.
Together with the dark scent of the wooden paneling, it created a feeling of home.
She stepped out onto the street and closed the second door behind her.
Forever?
Her path led to the park, to the small bridge where they always met.
She felt the chill of the autumn wind penetrating her.
But her heart was full of love and warmth and hope.
She breathed in the earth and soft mosses.
The wood and resin of the old trees, soft and sweet, lingered in the air.
A quiet fear spread within her.
Like black clouds, they flew over her mind.
Would he be there waiting for her?
Had he read her letter?
Her letter, with all her secret wishes and dreams.
She saw the bridge and a darkly dressed figure stood there. Was it her king?
Waiting.
Her steps quickened and her heart raced. The world around her seemed to stand still.
A delicate hint of vanilla and tobacco wafted towards her.
She knew she would never return and she closed those two doors forever.
For a brief moment, she felt the melancholy in her heart and the painfully warm tears that wet her face.
Melancholy.
Are it the many memories that drift like clouds in the sky?
Is it the desire for closeness, painfully sharp in our souls?
Or is it the moment that keeps us together forever?
On this afternoon, the sun shone through the small window.
Soft warm light danced in the room and gently touched her skin.
She stood up and put on her saffron yellow dress.
She combed her shiny black hair and loosely pinned it up.
On the small wooden table stood a fine vase with a bouquet of softly fragrant flowers. They gently released their scent.
She closed the door behind her and walked into the stairwell. The air seemed soft and waxy, laced with diffuse dark smoke.
A delicate sweetness spread.
Together with the dark scent of the wooden paneling, it created a feeling of home.
She stepped out onto the street and closed the second door behind her.
Forever?
Her path led to the park, to the small bridge where they always met.
She felt the chill of the autumn wind penetrating her.
But her heart was full of love and warmth and hope.
She breathed in the earth and soft mosses.
The wood and resin of the old trees, soft and sweet, lingered in the air.
A quiet fear spread within her.
Like black clouds, they flew over her mind.
Would he be there waiting for her?
Had he read her letter?
Her letter, with all her secret wishes and dreams.
She saw the bridge and a darkly dressed figure stood there. Was it her king?
Waiting.
Her steps quickened and her heart raced. The world around her seemed to stand still.
A delicate hint of vanilla and tobacco wafted towards her.
She knew she would never return and she closed those two doors forever.
For a brief moment, she felt the melancholy in her heart and the painfully warm tears that wet her face.
Melancholy.
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