My Shadow on the Wall

Violet leaf unfolds with a crisp, slightly green bite—almost metallic at first, like brushing fingertips against cool glass. The sharpness softens as mimosa blooms through, bringing honeyed warmth and a whisper of powder, gentle enough to feel like memory rather than presence. Sandalwood emerges beneath, creamy and pale, grounding the floral float into something intimate and close to skin. The mimosa's sweetness fades gradually, leaving only the cool wood and a faint shadow of violet's green edge.