MUSC PARFAIT

THE MOMENT

The scent of waking up to the filtered light of a Sunday. Powdery, warm, still half-asleep. A pear in the still air, a rose that hasn't quite decided yet. And that musk, discreet and warm, slightly untamed, imbued in the still immaculate linen. Like a new day worn on the skin, even before we've decided to make something of it.