FIREBUG
 
The soul that refused roots.
My mother drove a little 1969 Volkswagen Beatle. It was red and had a black roof with black and white leather seats. It was the chariot that carried us from baseball game to cookout. It shuttled us from swimming pool to work. It was where joy met the hot asphalt of the road. 
 
Technical Notes
Top
Grapefruit
Bergamot
Black Pepper
Ginger
Heart
Leather
Violet Leaf
Cedarwood
Dry Hay Accord
Base
Vetiver
Amber Accord
Oakmoss
Castoreum
Timbersilk
Ambroxan
 
Things You May Notice
The radiation of a summer road.
Interiors baked by the afternoon sun.
The loneliness of a single nozzle.
Lowering the glass for a perfect day.