Morning Lilac
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A cool morning, the air biting just enough to make you pull your coat tighter, but the sun is warm on your face. You are walking through a garden where the last, stubborn patches of snow are melting into the damp earth. The air smells of crushed green stems and wet soil. You lift your wrist and inhale. The scent is a sharp, sudden brightness, like slicing into a lemon while standing in a field of blooming jasmine and heavy, dusty lilac. It is a scent that exists right at the intersection of cold air and warm skin. The lemon does not scream; it cuts cleanly through the heady, almost narcotic white floral accords, keeping the lilac from becoming too cloying. It smells like the exact moment the world wakes up and turns green again. There is a fresh, aromatic quality to it, like the wind itself has been run through a sieve of crushed leaves and woody stems. It is a scent that does not ask for attention, but it holds its own against a biting wind. It feels like the first brave flower pushing through the frost.
Lilac.
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