UNA COSECHA FRAGANTE EN LOS CAMPOS DORADOS
The ripe wheat swayed yesterday to the sound of the summer breeze. Now the blonde bundles flutter in the air and the jute bags fill with golden grains. In the shade of the groves, while their sickles rest, the girls drink from the spring. The peddler passed by yesterday: on the skin of young women, orange blossom melts with violet and jasmine. Sturdy cloth smocks give off a musky smell. Cut hay and frangipan cakes fill the air. In the twilight, the coquettish dreamers close their eyelids for a moment.
You will like it if ... you want to feel in a barn, or on a bale of hay.
Notas de cabeza: Violeta, ciruelo.
Notas de corazon: Jazmín, azahar.
Notas de fondo: Madera de cedro, sándalo, tonka frijol, vainilla.