Cinnamon spice and everything nice for the holidays. My holidays don’t really smell like baking and apple pie but… they do now. I mean, if I had to pick a Christmassy scent, it would be the smell of turkey in the oven but I don’t need a perfume for that. But Rouge Saray is giving me dried dates of the sweet tray of my youth and it’s immensely nostalgic. Noir Epices is the rose and spices of an Indian breath freshener we ate after meals, and then Ambre Narguile is dessert after the roast dinner. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
