Fons et Origo | Nette

The final frost, the first leaves. Hope unfurling. Pale, moss-colored wind against skin. Helios rides across the sky. On the tip of your tongue, a whisper. This is the one.

(picture and description are from Nette)

Top: Green Leaves, Jasmin Sambac, Basil Grand Vert, Grapefruit, Mid: Geranium Egypt, Violet Leaf, Verbena, Base: Reseda, Olibanum, Patchouli, Sandalwood, Heliotrope