She wandered where the trees held light in their leaves and the air smelled like memories yet to happen. Laughter drifted like petals on a breeze, warm and golden. A single bloom tucked behind her ear, she didn’t speak — she didn’t need to.
No. 10 is a fragrance for the daydreamer who walks among blossoms, blooming quietly with every step.
The scent clings like sun on skin: bright with the joy of citrus, softened by the hush of flowers, and grounded in the quiet wisdom of wood and earth.
