3:24, I can't sleep.
An idea popped into my head, that's just how I am.
I get up, change and fly to the lab.
While I'm driving, I visualize what's in my head
I arrive in the lab, turn on the instruments, wash the beaker dirty from the night before, take the notepad, turn towards the shelves on which I place the raw materials, and take the musk plus.
I need to give it a good base...0.3 vanilla, 0.5 Neroli, a drop of rose absolute, and the smell of the pencil, cedarwood... and I write the scent of the night.
The night is special to me for its light, it's a second life. I wait for the night to dream, I smell its scent and I'm alive.