fruit made, before rotting, musk, baked vanilla, the wet cardboard in the trash, mixed scents associated with the sap of finely cut plants, cod liver oil, greasy paper
wax appears, then the cooked and candied fruits on the tangerine, the grape, the prunes with the dust on them, it opens, it starts on the floral and the vegetal, a little on the rose water too, on the frangipane
reminder of the last OR still in memory, neither good nor sickening but between the two, a puzzled moment, on vanilla, the crushed banana which macerates,
dry roasted oak, milk chocolate, a little custard, then crushed almond stones, acid lemon with and peppery spices
this peculiarity of fruits macerated just before mold, dry woodiness, scent of organic garbage with hay, flowers and herbaceous stems, fragrant on one side, limit smelly on the other, personal the quality of scents before rot, strong and worked with a subtle mixture, like compost with herbs and earth before the work of Mother Nature.