Memoire d’une Odeur

My memory of this scent is that strange herbal tea my mother used to give me before bedtime.
Our well water came from the depths of Hell–so heavy with sulfur minerals you could practically chew it–so she sweetened everything with gobs of honey to make it palatable.

Definitely evocative, with a pleasant oddness I expect from Imaginary Authors or ELd’O rather than Gucci.

Earthy chamomile and jasmine on top, highbrow hippy on the bottom.

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