I'm figuring sleep is pretty pointless.
*g* Watch this space for insomnia updates, unless I crash on the couch for a couple of hours.
LE, from elisem
A sensory jumble, a true cacophony of odors: black pepper, benzoin, blood orange and olibanum.
Vial: OMG. Crack. I get fresh, sticky, gorgeous oranges. crepes suzette. Something like that. Oranges and honey. I want to lick myself.
Wet: I fell asleep in a blood orange grove and woke up with a bee buzzing around my face. One of the over-ripe fruits plopped into the grass not too far away.
Drydown: Warm simmery oranges. This reminds me of a hot citrus soup I used to make. mmm.
Dry: It would be an LE. Dammit to hell.