Top: Lemon, Galbanum, Bergamot

Middle: Jasmine, Rose, Benzoin

Base: Vetyver, Santalwood, Amber, Oak, Musk

Truth is, so great, that I wouldn’t like to speak, or sleep, or listen, or

love. To feel myself trapped, with no fear of blood, outside time and

magic, within your own fear, and your great anguish, and within the

very beating of your heart. All this madness, if I asked it of you, I

know, in your silence, there would be only confusion. I ask you for

violence, in the nonsense, and you, you give me grace, your light and

your warmth. I’d like to paint you, but there are no colors, because

there are so many, in my confusion, the tangible form of my great

love.