something about the small rituals that stay

The color went on softer than I expected. Creamy, almost like it melted into wherever I pressed it, cheeks or eyelids, it didn't really matter.

still thinking about this one. the matte finish didn't feel flat. it just felt like skin with something decided about it.

something about the way it settles after an hour. the top note goes quickly and what's left is warmer, closer, like something you wore a long time ago.

it's a small bottle. the kind that fits in a jacket pocket and smells like you made a choice.

the color-change detail is either a gimmick or the only honest thing in the room, depending on when you look at it. heat revealing something. which is either nothing or everything.

the cat paw shape felt considered. like someone thought about the softer edge of a thing that isn't supposed to be soft.