It is a rose with a diaphanous complexion, pale pink like the flesh of a nymph. She who was the queen of the garden this very morning, now exhales her soul, from all her petals saturated with the warmth of the day. Exceptionally rich in Turkish rose absolute, the fragrance of this candle breathes its final, enchanting trail.
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