XYLIFE

• The crane's beak holds the last ray of sunset
  Sealing liquid dusk into a transparent seal 
  The lone traveler forges their shadow into crane bones
  Every feather suspends a verdict closer to the clouds 
  Loneliness is a thin layer of frost, resting on the tip of each feather 
  I practice using my beak to untie my own knots 
  How shall I defend that every feather once drowned in whirlpools? 
  When the cliff lifts its transparent neck, loneliness exudes the fragrance of pine resin 

  The crane's cry gets stuck in the throat and ferments
  I use the unsteady spring to catch all that falls 
  Crane to Eternity, let the ill-timed spine re-evaporate and rise in a place where no one is around

  Note: Crane's Cry in Crimson Clouds, Oriental Accord
  Top Notes: Orange, Eucalyptus, Ivy, Mint, Freesia
  Middle Notes: Green Tea, Sage, Oakmoss, Red Berries
  Base Notes: Juniper, Fir

  50ml/1.7 FL OZ