Lavender, I have come upon you again. Sniffling and scenting it out I’ve found you. Cherry Almond is the background. I’m defeated and it’s a unique surrender to death imaginable and incorrigible. Pearl, would love this. In his granitta of granite. The smell literally goes up your nose and he’s been preying on your rot since childhood rambunctions. It’s a sam-is-happy scent. Oh my! Venerable distrustful can’t be actual… But I’m at hand grips, it is a must! Lavender.