One morning, already half awake, still half asleep, I said to myself that I have enough of waking up to the same smell every single morning. Getting bored of it. Should change it. Just a few seconds after, I realised that what I "smelled" was really my alarm. The same alarm I use to wake myself since I am in Grasse. My brain translated the noise into a smell for that minute. I remember it was airy, green fruity, foggy. This is how I smell "Harp" on Iphone...
One specific morning a while ago, I smelled the best fragrance ever. It was in a dream I had, and I sniffed softly but deeply keeping the pleasure to the maximum. And slowly, in the process of waking up, the fragrance faded away, and I desperately tried to analyse the marvelous scent so that I could recreate it later on, but against all my efforts, even the last trails have escaped my attempts for classification.
This perfect scent comes back from time to time in my dreams, it shows herself to me, wanting to be desired, preens herself for a while and before I could define what is so amazing about that scent, it runs away and leaves me longing for it in vain.
This perfect scent comes back from time to time in my dreams, it shows herself to me, wanting to be desired, preens herself for a while and before I could define what is so amazing about that scent, it runs away and leaves me longing for it in vain.
One day, I will catch her and coax her secret out.
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