A soft sound, infinitely repeated. A man in solitude, forever waiting
I only have flowers with me…
In his hands he holds a bunch of roses, preserved in time. Only his right hand is free, touching the window from where he observes the world; his left hand is ever careful not to drop the red roses. Who are these roses meant for?
On the table behind him, the vase with the now stagnant water dominating the scent of the flowers, is accompanied by a cup of coffee and a lit cigarette, burning away on an ashtray.
Top Notes: Bergamot, Ginger, Pink Pepper
Heart Notes: Turkish Rose Absolute, Coffee Extract, Liatrix
Base Notes: Tobacco Absolute, Vetiver Bourbon, Civet, Sage Absolute, Musk, Cistus Labdanum Absolute