She is languid in the bath, as on a chaise longue, as though she is taking in the sun, as though taking in Bizet, aglint with water and steam, maybe with a book in her hands, surrounded by billowing clouds of foam.
Alone, of course—this is a private pleasure. She sinks into the voluptuous waters: a generous measure of rose and a mixture of amber, patchouli, and sandalwood, one might think the scent was carved in her likeness. She abandons herself to it, and it to her. She loves the intimate resonance of its perfume, dream-distilled. Perhaps it is she who is scenting the waters.
Top note: rose
Middle notes: blackcurrant; raspberry; clove
Base notes: patchouli; sandalwood; frankincense