Perfume

*The soft morning air of May blows across the sky as the orange sun shines over the fields of blossoms in Grasse you look across the sea of colorful flowers, Jasmine, Lavender, Roses, and other sorts but you are more fixed on the workers themselves seeing them as the ingredients you so desperately need. The fat was ready and so was the linen all tucked away in your little shack along with the other instruments and tools of your trade but who to test first.*