
It was warm and the recently harvested grain on the horizons reaching to the sea. The distance between burnt grass and the song of the cicada; a hymn to the suffocating humid weather. In the stillness of the air, the spreading scent from the citrus groves is the perennial garden of the secular Knights Templar.
How it wears
Seasons

Citrus, Floral, Fresh accords

Citrus, Floral, Fresh accords

Citrus, Floral, Fresh accords

Citrus, Floral, Fresh accords

Citrus, Floral, Fresh accords

Citrus, Floral, Fresh accords

Citrus, Floral, Fresh accords

Citrus, Floral, Fresh accords

Floral, Fresh, Spicy accords

Citrus, Floral, Fresh accords

Floral, Fresh, Spicy accords

Citrus, Floral, Fresh accords