Blomma, bloom, BOOM! Explosion! Pandemonium! Beneath long hair, open minds stir up the sexual revolution.
Morals are liberated and the flesh is emancipated.
Free love blossoms in the air.
A provocative scent wafts from bared napes.
It whispers sweet nothings like a VIOLET and barely covers frolicking VANILLA and CINNAMON in CASHMERAN.
Then, a boldly naked PATCHOULI arrives on the scene with a crash.
Its hardcore tones throw the MUSKS and their caresses to the ground in a white powder splash.