Sunday Newspaper

It's a late summer afternoon and the year is 1950. She's on the tire swing that is hung on the large oak tree in the backyard while papa is reading the sunday paper. He puts his reading glasses down as the grand clock strikes 5:00 and looks out the window at his little girl swinging away. He catches the breeze that fills the room - sweet like a sunny Sunday, musky like an old newspaper, and rich with the scent of black tea and nutmeg that is brewing in the kitchen.

fragrance notes - nutmeg, black tea leaves, fig