the ones that felt like a decision

Floral and woody and something else underneath that I couldn't name for a few days. It settles into skin like it was already there.

Soft. that's all.

There's a warmth to this one that doesn't perform. Feminine without leaning into it, soft without going quiet. Something about the way it moves through the day - still there at 9pm, still itself.

Sandalwood and bergamot. That combination is either too familiar or exactly right and this one lands on the right side of it. Clean without being cold, which is harder to do than people admit.

I reach for this one on mornings that ask too much of me.

Freesia in perfume can go overly sweet fast. This doesn't. It stays green around the edges, almost dewy, which is either nothing or everything depending on what you're looking for. The bottle alone is the kind of thing you leave out on purpose.