'O, Tiger-lily,’ said Alice, addressing herself to one that was waving gracefully about in the wind, ‘I wish you could talk!’
‘We can talk,’ said the Tiger-lily: ‘when there’s anybody worth talking to.’
Lewis Carroll
Through the Looking Glass
Hyde Park in spring, a beautiful memory of a sunny day infused with an elusive bouquet of cherry, mimosa and daffodil blooms. The perfumer imagined the aromas of these flowers mixing in a happy honeyed breeze.
'O, Tiger-lily,’ said Alice, addressing herself to one that was waving gracefully about in the wind, ‘I wish you could talk!’
‘We can talk,’ said the Tiger-lily: ‘when there’s anybody worth talking to.’
Lewis Carroll
Through the Looking Glass
Hyde Park in spring, a beautiful memory of a sunny day infused with an elusive bouquet of cherry, mimosa and daffodil blooms. The perfumer imagined the aromas of these flowers mixing in a happy honeyed breeze.