La Femme Fantôme perfume

"The warmth of her body is a distant memory. And yet, the breeze seems to carry a trace of her essence in the springtime. When the light reflects off the facets of a glass bottle, he is reminded of how her jewelry glittered at the ball, as if signaling him alone. And at times, he swears he sees her smile from the corner of his eye, only to turn to find himself alone. Is it delightful or maddening to sense her everywhere? He knows only this: nothing is more haunting than true beauty.