Under a spell with Gucci A Winter Melody.
Even though I’m not a winter person, I can’t help but find brightness in the dark, like warmer temperatures when it’s been bitterly cold, the treats someone left next to the I love the crispness in the air, the feeling of freshness, a new start just around the corner. The burying of the hatchet, forgiveness of the tiny hurts, being in a cloud of my own perfume.
Cypress and rose in an apothecary bottle and a fine mist.
It’s almost all I need right now.
