Etro - Vetiver
[Etro_Vetiver]

Etro - Vetiver

The moor at daybreak, the earth reawakens to chase away the dawn mists. The sharp smell of lush green vegetation. It is the hour in which our thoughts clear and our dreams dissipate on the early morning breeze.
The coming day hesitates and the woods breathe slowly. A foot sinks into damp moss. An abature in the Underwood, the rustling of branches as a herd of deer pass silently by.

Dewdrops fall from leaf to leaf finally landing on the arm of my jacket. A woody scent fills the air coupled with the herbal smell of the humic soil.

Frees the mind, relaxes and regenerates the soul.