My passion for fragrance stems from passion for the air itself.
On application, this fragrance forms a halo of scent around me. In this fragrant haze of raw fruit, I detect a slight breeze, As my nose gets closer to my skin, the breeze flips over the leaves so their undersides are exposed, revealing paler shades of green, as well as mangoes in various stages of ripening. My feet are planted in dusty earth, and the spell of the Sun is overwhelming. The earth and the Sun are both golden and this slight breeze causes the mango trees to emanate a glorious mellow
Updated 25th January 2013 at 05:53 PM by NeonGrey
Osmanthus by Different Company is the scent of the cumulative hum of fragrances as you are rushing through the perfume section of a department store. As you soar down the main aisle with only slight glances at counters and into luminous stalls, you can't help but think, "This is what the air would smell like every day if I worked here."
Osmanthus is the fragrance held inside of the empty paper shopping bag stuffed with crisp tissue paper from the same department
Updated 22nd January 2013 at 09:52 PM by NeonGrey
The young girl rests her focus on the maroon carpeting on the commuter
ferry to Governor's Island. Her eyes are relaxed far away.
In Hell's Kitchen, the 53 year old petite Hispanic babysitter wears a lavender silk blouse with black polka dots, and a grown out pixie haircut. The young girl embraces her, feeling her bony shoulder blades through the sheer fabric. The girl exhales and her tangled ponytail
Updated 20th January 2013 at 06:29 PM by NeonGrey