有多久，沒有感受過陽光的味道了？

不是真的曬太陽，而是從心底暖起來的感覺。

鷹爪豆，地中海沿岸的野生灌木。春末夏初，整片山坡被染成金黃，像大地捧著一把陽光。

原精的香氣溫暖，蜂蜜般的花香，中間是乾草和茶葉，尾韻帶著泥土的重量。

閉上眼，像看見金黃的花在陽光下晃動，暖意一層層滲進來。那種剛剛好的溫度，讓人想什麼都不想，就這樣被陽光抱著。

那道光一直都在。有時只是雲厚了一點。

以香為語，安在當下。
𝘽𝙚 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩.

How long has it been since you last felt the warmth of sunlight?

Not the kind on your skin, but the kind that begins somewhere deeper, and slowly rises.

Spanish broom is a wild shrub along the Mediterranean coast. In late spring, whole hillsides turn gold, as if the earth were cupping a handful of sun.

Its absolute smells warm, a honeyed floral note, with hay and tea leaves at the heart, and a quiet weight of earth in the dry-down.

Close your eyes and you can almost see the gold flowers swaying in the light, warmth seeping in, layer by layer. It is the kind of temperature that asks nothing of you, just lets you rest, held by the sun.

That light has always been there. Some days the clouds are only a little thicker.

Grounded in the present, spoken through scent.
𝘽𝙚 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩.