It's the eyes that tell you. When you shout into the crowd, daring them to enter a world of marvels, the likes of which they've never seen before. Some smile, some scoff, some draw back in what appears, uproariously, to be real horror. But there are a few-a select and wonderful few-whose eyes glimmer with a bright, palpable something, an untamed curiosity, an earnest desire to see and hear and touch and understand. These are the ones who linger in your memories, green and gray, gorgeous shadows of evenings by the sea, the glimmer and creak of wooden skiffs on the warm black water after the Big Top has tumbled and the throngs have dispersed. These are the ones who enter unblinking, meeting your outstretched hand with theirs, without fear, without scorn, without a word.
Carefully blended and infused by me in small batches in vintage green glass wine bottles, this is a clean, oceanic, very unisex fragrance with notes of wood and spice.
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