Twelfth Night | Nette

There’s a stage in the glittering city; it comes alive under moonlight. A voice in the night sings about the food of love. This is where we were on the day we met; stone bleachers in the rain soaking wet. This is where to go, the branches ripe with blooms—this is where I go to see the ghost of you.

(picture and description are from Nette)

Top: Violet Leaves, Verbena, Pear, Mid: Linden Blossom, Neroli Tunisia LMR, Hay, Base: Cedarwood Virginia, Vetiver Haiti LMR, Cashmeran