421

He’s almost sure she's left. He heard the sound of the door closing behind her. But, his own senses seem to be deceiving him, it’s as if she was still here, close by. He would swear he can still sense her breath on his neck. The whole room smells of her, an intriguing blend of grapefruit, peach and green leaves, a highly feminine scent of rose, orange blossom, tuberose and iris. Among the intense notes of amber, vanilla and musk and as if out of nowhere patchouli appears to reveal her temperament. Pure 421: undeniably edgy and feminine.