My weekend retreat was to the country. They used to call it a Gentleman’s farm but the ladies who run it now would laugh at that. Despite the luxurious setting and soft mattress, I am unable to sleep. I go for an early morning walk to the pasture on the hill. The graceful horses are silhouetted against the rising sun. A chill in the air signals the last of summer, but the lush and thick greens of the grass and trees remain. I lean against the split rail fence and say good morning to a chestnut brown Morgan. She looks up at me and continues her business of eating the fallen green apples from a tree in the pasture. I step up on the rail and lean over to grab one big, juicy green apple left on the branch for myself. I take a bite. Crisp and sweet. The horse and I stand, eating our apples. Maybe relaxation can be found in the simple when it becomes sublime.
Green Apple is a sweet and crisp late summer fragrance with a hint of citrus, peach, and musk in the base adding a hint of complexity, but never too much.