I CELEBRATE myself;

And what I assume you shall assume;

For every atom belonging to me, as good belongs to you.

I loafe and invite my Soul;

I lean and loafe at my ease, observing a spear of summer grass.

Houses and rooms are full of perfumes—the shelves are crowded with perfumes;

I breathe the fragrance myself, and know it and like it;

The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.

The atmosphere is not a perfume—it has no taste of the distillation—it is odorless;

It is for my mouth forever—I am in love with it;

I will go to the bank by the wood, and become undisguised and naked;

I am mad for it to be in contact with me.

—Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

This perfume perfectly captures the idea of Leaves of Grass…outdoors in lazy summer, loafing and enjoying the day rather than grinding out work. The essences of glorious chlorophyll is here, plus a bit of ozone and earth. Crush a blade of grass and this is it, but better.