Ruh Perfume

The Rose catches you in the air, grabs you and eases in you into a

mystic well in a dizzying, deafening slow motion. While the Amber holds you from your ankles and throws your consciousness into forgotten memories… The images slide… Tears drop… And the joy of vanilla creates happy moments. You fall and rise in the company of these controlled hallucinations… The lightness of pure musk

fills your senses. And the door closes behind…

Your soul, freed of all burden, is ready to revive…

Who are not at piece with their minds,

Who have lost confidence,

Who’s passion is not appreciated,

Who are drowning in the shallows,

Who are diehard romantics,

Who count remaining days to full moon,

Who wish to feel a pleasant shiver,

And who have sassy inspirations…