Its color is the same as dreams at sunset are made of, golden with amber shades. Then you get caught by the citrus from Avize, the seductive minerality of gypsum, as a continuous dance on tiptoe. A touch of camphor follows whispering, and it envelops you without ever overdoing it. Then talc which brings you back to the scents of your childhood, and a rose like in the garden where you stopped thinking. A touch of lavender, a crisp mirabelle and an innocent juicy peach, like the thread of perfume on the pillow next to yours on the bed the very next day you woke up alone.  (altro…)