
I lost touch every with reality to enter the middle of nowhere and abandon myself to the desert law. An unwritten rule, an unexpressed code that impose a vision; looking inward. The night is poetry of the dark, guarded of drifted thoughts and words with God.
How it wears
Seasons

Leathery, Resinous, Smoky accords

Leathery, Resinous, Smoky accords

Resinous, Smoky, Spicy accords

Resinous, Smoky, Spicy accords

Resinous, Smoky, Spicy accords

Resinous, Smoky, Spicy accords

Resinous, Smoky, Spicy accords

Leathery, Resinous, Spicy accords

Leathery, Resinous, Spicy accords

Resinous, Smoky, Spicy accords

Resinous, Smoky, Spicy accords

Resinous, Smoky, Spicy accords