AMOUAGE

Green, green, intensely green. And black. Who can I trust and rely upon? A white Cardamom pearls on a bursting Galbanum; Pink Pepper, cold and bitter, glides over lemony Nutmeg. Metallic dust, I smell still the smoky, nutty, envelopingly warm aroma of Fenugreek. I am sure and yet I doubt. I flee in a cocoon of Ambergris and Ambroxan, yet the smoke of Oud and Patchouli still finds me, confusing me, surrounding me.