Oh. Oh. Oh.
I just blended the sweet pea accord ~ and, oh.
I'm not known to be a sweetie, floral, girlish-type, and certainly not someone who dives headlong into delicate, timid little stinks like sweet pea, but, oh!
At the moment it's overwhelmingly tuberose~y (lush white floral, a squige of ca-ca and a splash of boiled hot dog water), but the energy created by the rose and vanilla and orange blossom chewing on the weiner water over time . . . well, hell, --oh.
Can you say 'potential'?