The Invisible

The Invisible - Airy marshmallow, white oud and white sandalwood cloaked in a silk veil. "Besides, when I'm alone I can become invisible." - Mary Oliver There is an allure in the mystery of the unseen. A curl of wood smoke. The flutter of a silk curtain. It's evocative. It's mysterious. It's a different pull than the appeal of becoming invisible. Of leaving no footsteps behind you. It's freedom. To move across the world without making a ripple. A whisper on the wind, felt more than seen.