Original Quality Penhaligon's The Impudent Cousin Matthew, ... Grinding it in my

Original Quality Penhaligon's The Impudent Cousin Matthew, ... Grinding it in my hands, the crunching sound ringing out. In a daze, flavors intertwined. Less fruity, more green. The white shirt washed last night still hung on the railing, the soap scent lingering. The unique milky aroma of sunshine desperately tried to penetrate. These scents mingled together, creating a strange, white floral fragrance. Drifting through the room on the wind. Perhaps winter has truly been too long, making this spring's arrival seem less abrupt. I eagerly await its arrival, hoping it will blow away the lingering gloom. Warbling birds, growing grass, kites, and blooming flowers