Notes: precious sandalwood, spilled blackberry wine, wheels of golden amber, antique lace, a forgotten rose pressed in the pages of an ancient leather-bound book You’ve seen the world, done it all. Those debauched nights and golden afternoons spent lost in books seemed to last forever — how did they pass so quickly? You thought you would always be surrounded by those friends, always next to the one whose face you can still see when you close your eyes. Sadness was just an ache that made everything more poignant and beautiful. Nothing ever ended. It still doesn’t in your dreams. A dark and romantic dream of hauntingly beautiful sandalwood and sweet blackberry wine. Sweet golden amber and a soft, airy antique lace accord swirl around barely-there red rose and the vanillic scent of old lignin with hint of worn leather book covers.