So you’ve dabbed a touch of Love across your temple, then—flowers. A bouquet, really.
That’s what takes your breath away, where that sigh of relief stems from. The smell of fresh flowers from your childhood—good ones. You can’t put your finger on it, not until you take a second whiff of our beloved blend by holding it under your nose, now aflutter with pleasure.
You’re smelling the rose in Love, maybe even jasmine now. You hadn’t smelled both florals together until you dropped your signature scent into a diffuser. Your husband noticed it the minute he walked in the door—just like he noticed your tears. He wrapped you in a hearty embrace and took the knife from your hand. It was his turn to cut the onions.
Now it’s your turn to do the dishes and laundry and so you’ve added a couple drops of Love to each machine. This draws Earth elements out from the blend (cedarwood, sandalwood, amyris), which your husband wears well. He hops in the shower while you load his pajamas into the dryer, then kisses your cheek as you hand him his robe afterwards, now Love-scented.
Ah—warmth. Fresh, pure warmth.
You exchange knowing smirks, then team up to make the bed, topping it off with the comforter (now clean) you peeled off that morning—seconds after he left for work with a caprese sandwich you wrapped in parchment, and coffee you brewed black.
Now the hour is golden. Love is in the air and in the sheets. Do you see the way dusk illuminates the wedding photo above the bed frame? You’re still irresistible.