“Tonight she is Imogen... and tomorrow night she will be Juliet”
LOVE... What could depict the feeling of a lover, but the crispy, vibrant scent of a scarlet flower? Love. Oh, love. Lover, oh lover. And... What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet
...KILLS More often than not - love might have a tragic end. The rose of love has dried down. Just one night passed, and it looks like a-thousand years. Crush the dried-down rose in you hands. You will get nothing but dust. And a beautiful, melancholic memory of how sweet this swiftly-fading romance has been.
Interpreted by CAROLINE DUMUR
Amberette - Rose - African Geranium - Turkish Rose oil