Dance of the Fireflies: Gridania

 “Having paid my respects to my father, I returned home to my mother. To the land where I had grown. She held me tightly, told me how glad she was that I was safe. The world was a dangerous place, after all. She smiled simply as I recounted my failure - it was no failure at all, her hands said. She did not need her voice to do what she needed.

She’d hoped my wanderlust had finally been tamed, that I would remain and become a hearer in truth, but it was only a short few weeks after that I had set out once more.” - Chronicles of Azem

At the dawn of a new journey… Why not go back to where it all began ?

Notes of black currant, fresh air, red cypress, wildflowers, coastal evergreen, guaiac wood, green leaves, cedar and amber.