Lost Generation
On an empty street in a city, a lone tree stands, bare and forlorn. You tenderly stroke the trunk with your hand and then hug it tightly, listening as it whispers of long-passed time. A fog lifts and you look down at your hands, which are covered in the cool, damp feel of moss. Lost Generation is a tone poem in scent, resinous hinoki lightened with grapefruit, deepened with leather.
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Description
On an empty street in a city, a lone tree stands, bare and forlorn. You tenderly stroke the trunk with your hand and then hug it tightly, listening as it whispers of long-passed time. A fog lifts and you look down at your hands, which are covered in the cool, damp feel of moss. Lost Generation is a tone poem in scent, resinous hinoki lightened with grapefruit, deepened with leather.
