RAIN ROCK CREEK
A marvellous adventure begins…
The spooling ribbon of the open road, dirty-blond hair ruffled by the wind. Deep, Pacific blue. In the canyon, dry leaves crackle underfoot. Salt spray and cedar woods. A shaft of dawn sunlight creeps across the cabin floor; through the trees, the distant crash of breakers on the shore.
Olfactive family: FOUGERE
Top Note: CYPRESS, SEA SALT ACCORD, CORIANDER SEED
Heart Note: WHITE THYME, CINNAMON BARK, WORMWOOD
Base Note: CEDARWOOD, FIR BALSAM, MOSS
In the Californian confusion of the wooden hut surrounded by pines, among the various objects is one that catches the eye more than others. A porcelain box, its lid edged in gold and with a pommel in the shape of a pine cone. Who knows what it might have contained.
