The woman . . . She walks on a small cloud, twirling lightly, smiling and distributing kisses. All eyes are on her. Her white dress, her long silk veil, and her delicate fragrance endow her with magic powers.
Why we're addicted: A Rose Mousseline, with a white flower smell. It's an unusual accord of rose and orange blossom - like a bride's bouquet.
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