Almost Gone

It begins in closeness —
a dark warmth settling into the skin, intimate and immediate.

Rose, Cambodi oud, red berries, and deep incense unfold slowly through ambered woods and shadowed sweetness, rich enough to feel almost endless.

A moment held just long enough to feel permanent.

Then, almost without warning, it softens.

The warmth drifts, leaving traces behind.

Distance, but never absence.

And still… it returns.

Uninvited. Familiar.

Not as it was, but as it remains.

What lingers never fully leaves —
a feeling that persists long after the moment has passed.