A long time ago I learned not to explain things to people. It misleads them into thinking they’re entitled to know everything I do.
May and October, the best-smelling months? I’ll make a case for December: evergreen, frost, wood smoke, cinnamon.
A versatile flower, the daisy. Lovely in its freshness and simplicity.
This is the perfume of March: rain, loam, feathers, mint.
