Writer

A voluntary confinement. Surrounded by books, some on the orderly shelf, others piled up on the floor. I need my work routine: silence, the smell of old books, sitting down at the same time every day. The curtain half-open. The door closed. The table overrun by unfinished texts, ideas waiting to be re-read, crossed out and corrected. Hours spent writing and erasing, the tireless search for words that will haul me to inspiration.

Eau de Parfum · Natural Spray · Woody Floral

Notes: Maté Natsublime, Rose Absolute, Jasmine Egypt, Incense, Thyme.