Mediterranean Muse mutters from the shadowed Cyrnos villa, where citrus trees rot sweetly under a sickle moon. Zesty lemon bites like a grin; fig pulp bleeds sticky secrets. Lavender curls into suffocating braids, braided with dry Provençal herbs that crackle like old bones. Pine and salt—pine resin and brine—whisper luxury through corridors hung with moth-eaten finery, a sea breeze carrying the faint clink of forgotten glass. The villa’s flamboyant elegance has turned to a macabre pageant: bouquets of perfume and dust, laughter trapped in gilded mirrors, and the distant echo of a waltz that never stops.
Note Profile:
Top: Lemon, Myrtle, Thyme
Heart: Cedarwood, Black Fig, Lavender Pine
Base: Cashmere Wood, Musk, Patchouli
Mediterranean Muse mutters from the shadowed Cyrnos villa, where citrus trees rot sweetly under a sickle moon. Zesty lemon bites like a grin; fig pulp bleeds sticky secrets. Lavender curls into suffocating braids, braided with dry Provençal herbs that crackle like old bones. Pine and salt—pine resin and brine—whisper luxury through corridors hung with moth-eaten finery, a sea breeze carrying the faint clink of forgotten glass. The villa’s flamboyant elegance has turned to a macabre pageant: bouquets of perfume and dust, laughter trapped in gilded mirrors, and the distant echo of a waltz that never stops.
Note Profile:
Top: Lemon, Myrtle, Thyme
Heart: Cedarwood, Black Fig, Lavender Pine
Base: Cashmere Wood, Musk, Patchouli
