Delight. It is like the sublime, smaller perhaps, but impossible to create purposefully, or to capture for more than that fleeting moment. And yet, we grasp for it. We wish. We desire.

I do.

I promise nothing, only invite you into this fragrant space, this soft luxury.

The shock hits better here.

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