Royal Iris
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The morning light hits a stone courtyard where terracotta pots line the walkway. Someone brushes past a cluster of raspberry bushes, the juice staining their fingertips, while the sharp peel of bergamot sits in the air. A drop of elemi resin sits on a wooden bench, its green bite mixing with the fruit. The air feels thick with the pollen of iris and tuberose, their heavy white petals dropping onto the damp ground. Violet adds a soft powder to the scene, settling over the stone like a fine dust that catches the early sun.
The earth beneath the flagstones holds moisture, releasing a deep moss scent that curls around the ankles. Labdanum sticks to the soles of shoes, warm and resinous, while amber glows in the small patches of light that reach the shaded corners. The flowers do not fade into the background here. They push forward, their sweetness grounded by the woody resin and the cool dampness rising from the soil. It is a space where the fruit feels almost accidental, a bright interruption in a room built from powder and resin.
A hand reaches out to touch the velvet petal of a violet, the powder transferring to the skin, mixing with the sticky labdanum already there. The air continues to shift as the moss breathes against the warmth of the amber, the tuberose demanding attention in the center of the courtyard while the raspberry lingers on the breeze coming through the archway, the elemi still sharp against the...
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