You grab a fruity milkshake and jump on the back of the Vespa, sucking on the straw. You notice they're all staring at you; whispers. Defiantly you smile at them as you speed off. Soft shades of the sky and sea, like swathes of pastels, as you ride into the ether.
peach, fruit loops, milk, ginger,cardamom, caramel, orris, custard cream, vanilla, musks
Chris Maurice
