
The little way sinks at the heart of the island. Rice terraces overlook the landscape. Its volcanic heat is suddenly flying away, letting the humidity of this green wood takes its place. As a simple grass bouquet, its humility seizes me. Its roots shape deeply infinite labyrinths under my feet. While closing my eyes, I am transported by this woody essence. The Wood from Java. Evasive and audacious. - Mélanie Leroux, Perfumer
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