Green, cold passionless fragrance
gaze frozen in a forbidden orient
where mint essences are dancing...
Green tempting juicy fruit
serpent of origins, mystery...
Green, reflection of the river
depth of mother source
freshness purifier
sand riders banners ,
persian cat lazzy grand vizir
with emerald eyes ,fairyland ...
West country moors
sunset,forests,ponds and marshes
there ,where wandering souls
and lost spirits run...
Green,with magic and madness ,
absinthe you devour the poet torn soul...
Green \'\'Vol de nuit de Guerlin ! \'\'
Fresh grass ,morning dew
floreal exhilaration, divine grace,
springtime youth, twin complicity...
Mixing of opposites ,when blue and yellow
blend to create a nuanced sweet and sunny note...
Green,you put on honeysuckle pearls
a drop of\'\' Anais Anais de Cacharel ! \'\'
Eau de délice ...
Young lady, I love smelling the verdant dizziness
of your secret zen garden ...