Mon musc à moi

If I smile, it isn’t at a funny line, not at a memory. Something soft rests on my shoulder, at the base of my neck, lingers, so that if I smile, it is from being touched. The sun retreats and streaks of color finger the open sky. Come, sit beside me. We will take what warmth the earth releases and hold it. I am only myself—you will have to get closer to know me.


A Fragrance by Dominique Ropion: Coming November 2015

Top~ bergamot, peach blossom
Mid~ Turkish rose, heliotrope
Dry~ musks, toffee, amber, blond woods, vanilla,
tonka bean absolute
Style: contemporary retro
Photo by Laura Johnson
Poem by Emily Wolahan