A long winter gently turns to spring. The windows are finally up, and the sun is shining—lighting up a table filled with books and framed photos. The freshness of amber and rose wafts through the air, and you decide the moment is too perfect to pass up, so you sit in a sunbeam and grab your favorite novel. The clean hint of orange blossom reminds you that home is your favorite place. You wrap a blanket over your legs and linger in the notes of red currant mingling with musk. Suddenly, indulging in the moment is all that matters, and you reach your face towards the sun.