Frothy pink dresses, running through wheat fields with muddy knees, grandmère’s cabbage rose bushes that smelled like another world. Bluebonnets swaying in the Autumn sunshine, honey lip salve. Those little scraps of memory. For love, for new beginnings, for the days you’ll always remember.

NOTES: PINK CARNATION, GOLDENROD, CABBAGE ROSE, HONEYCOMB, BLUEBONNET, ROSEWOOD, SUN WARMED WHEAT, BLANC AMBER