Poems One Through Twelve

Ginger arrives sharp and bright, a bite of spice that quickly melts into something creamy and unexpected—condensed milk wraps around it, turning the opening warm and almost gourmand, slightly caramel-tinged. As the sweetness settles, vetiver roots the composition in dry, grassy earth, while opoponax adds a resinous amber undertone, softly balsamic. The spice fades gradually, leaving Poems One Through Twelve to dry down on a bed of smoke-touched grass and honeyed resin, the milk long dissolved into the vetiver's cool, mineral grip.