My Past Selves' Flowers – Extrait de Parfum – Sample

One last time among loved ones, between distant relatives and old friends. Some hold each other a little longer, there are quiet tears, the soft sound of someone blowing their nose. Black fabric against a blue autumn sky – a contrast that, for a moment, makes everyone feel like one. Memories begin to surface: a mother whose voice still seems to linger in the air. A father whose advice is suddenly missing. A friendship that lasted for years – shared laughter, arguments, reconciliations. Small scenes, fleeting gestures. And in between, the unspoken – regret, guilt, the sting of a sentence that was never said. One final gathering before the wooden casket disappears into the ground. The cold earth closes in, becomes fertile soil – from darkness, something new begins to grow; from barren ground, the brightest flowers emerge. A final toll of the bell, then silence. And someday, carried by the certainty of a love that endures, we will sit at the same table again, sing the same songs, hold each other in our arms.

Between cherished memories, painful realizations, decay, and renewal – a fragrance like walking across damp soil, past ripe fruit, and through a green bitterness that lingers in the air.