Alchimia Apothecary General Catalog Perfume Oil (Available)
When I was a kid, my first memories were of growing up on a farm. On one side of the driveway were these wonderful lilac trees, and on the other an apple tree. I'd swing around the trunk until I was dizzy and my hand was sore from the bark. I'd pick the blossoms until my Dad told me the apples can't grow without them, though I'd still sneak a few. And I'd play my own version of hopscotch, dancing around the fallen apples until I could find one low enough to pick. They were so sour, but I loved them. I absolutely adored that apple tree.
Apple blossoms, a hint of tropical fruit, wood and greens, red and green apples, and some black agar.