Shadow figures blanketed only by the darkness of night. The hours felt infinite while we vowed to keep the sun from rising. I belonged to you and you were all mine if only for the moments of this ecstatic dream. As the moon shone upon your skin like marble, all the stars looked on with envy. We were as one, therein the pitch blackness of nightfall. Notes: Bulgarian rose, leather, smoke Perfumer: Carlos Benaïm 3.4 oz./ 100 mL
